The Black Record

“I’m listening to blackness
and getting lost in it,” you say
showing me the record.

“Play it,” I say, and you
place the needle gently
in the groove of the first track.

“I’ve only listened it once all
the way thro—” you begin to say,
but we both slip into that night space,

that infinite shadow, where language
and thoughts have never existed,
just wave after wave of blank silence.