Oct 10, 2025
The Architect of Night
Not pigment, but the Creator's deep decree
Midnight, dense with star-ash and grace.
Where the Lord’s hands embraced,
Velvet that sips the light, then gives it back.
The burnish of Nile-wet mahogany,
Indigo from the Genesis well.
Each pore, a singular orbit,
Stamped by the Divine Will.
I am the Architect's initial, bold sketch;
A chroma making pallor a flimsy scrim.
This dense weight—the unblinking truth
of the world’s First Grace.
Brilliant singularity, defined by fire,
The pigment that is the cracking glory of His dawn.
Beautiful melanated power
Amin Ase ❤️🙏🏿
Poetry by @iameriwa
Muse: Lupita Nyong'o
