I is the total black being spoken from the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open how a diamond comes into a knot of flame how sound comes into a word colored by who pays what for speaking. Some words are open diamonds on a gla** window singing out within the crash of pa**ing sun other words are stapled wagers in a perforated book buy and sign and tear apart and come whatever wills all chances the stub remains an ill-pulled tooth with a ragged edge. Some words live in my throat breeding like adders others know sun seeking like gypsies over my tongue to explode through my lips like young sparrows bursting from shell. Some words bedevil me. Love is a word, another kind of open. As a diamond comes into a knot of flame I am Black because I come from the earth's inside take my word for j**el in the open light.