I used to swim in the dark pool,

like black ink, depthless,

it washed over me.

It painted me black

and I belonged.

Then I was washed to shore

I saw a beach and I felt the grains of sand,

they poured between my tiny fingers.

Like a storm

and there it was, a sensory explosion,

the spectrum of colors assaulted me

Flinging me forward, I began the cycle,

and I realized what the chromaticism crafted

This is a dangerous realm you've entered,

but it has certain depth.

Here, you'll surely sink

and you might be glad

to reunite with the black pool

and have the sea of ink swallow you again.