Write It A Hundred Times

Like always, like a black hole
He entered the room a lonely void
Light, life and levity alike cast out
Just he and I, and the air between us

He entered the room a lonely void
Scratched a solitary line, white on black
Just he and I, and the air between us
Waiting for a resolution or revelation

The line scratched, white on black:
'What—if ANYTHING—have you learnt?'
We waited for a resolution or revelation
As the murmur behind the door faded

'What—if anything—have you learnt?'
I asked myself, I asked my keeper
As the murmur behind the door faded
I found the answer that lies in these lines

I scratched black on white, an answer to my keeper
His light, life and levity cast out
'Repeating a message gets your point across'
Like always, like a black hole