Rothko
I
sat in that Rothko chapel
and
I knew I was as close to God as I could ever get
the
closest to seeing him through those paintings of nothingness
the
deafening sound of silence
time
almost stopping
god
has no need of time
and
through those paintings I could feel it slowing and stopping
black
on black
a
blue black
a
grey black
a
cross hidden
all
led me to the same place
a
universe of nothing
Marc
Carver
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Poetry