Black is a warm colour

I do not need no substance
The world has substance enough
The borderless psyche has content plenty enough
And the ever present space in-between and around
Has even more that that
Being pregnant with stuff

I don't look for light any more
There is plenty of it in the dark
Dark forms, pictures of dark deeds, dark emotions
All is just stuff

I like the dark and love the light
Each is bright, made of warm love