Reading the newspaper:
It said, new material blacker
than black, and I laughed
knowing we have always had that
blacker than murder color
just lurking under the covers
and below the thin veil of Vantablack,
the flesh at the whim of a man
fully lost in the nanotube’s
spiraling in helices from universe
open to the moment of death.
Blacker Than Black
The Poetry Of J.P. 