The Color of Space is Black

Video Installation: Wall poem with cut out vinyl, Single channel video, and Sound

The new world was made

by black bodies rising then falling 

with the dawn

Don’t you know fire and ash are symbiotic with the earth, 

its breath, its splayed spine, its watery depths?

Let us then unspool the soil

to the time of its pillaging, and petition the dead 

to sweeten our fetid rivers

annoint the blue and burn of our skin

as we brave other beginnings

          Where every being 

Is free of chains or their metaphors

Where Black grace is Grace, Black joy is Joy, Black love is every heart’s homecoming

Where time is not carved up 

between extraction and exploitation 

into small moments of respite 

but layered with the sweetness of mystery 

and the wildness of space

Because black is the color of space

Let us rise into worlds unseen, unmade 

yet already here, waiting to be known.