Take me to the scales
bring me to the black
The white
Where no gray lives
Where no gray thrives
Where there's no room
Behind the wall
Where there's no face
Behind facades
Take me to the
chessboard floor
Deliver me
To solid ground
Bring me where
All is all
Where none is none
And nothing more
Though words unknown
I do believe
Somehow, somewhere
Faces don't deceive.
For transparent is glass.
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PoetryA collection of old poems from two years ago. Some hateful, distrusting, paranoid, and perhaps not entirely sane. Others apathetic and sentimental. (Cover picture is not mine. I just added text and filters. Credit to whoever owns it.)
