Chapter 53: Print

Swirling blues and gray
Mashed in semi circles
Dimmer white dots
Above towns so lonely
All across the wall
It should be soulless
A print, a copy of a copy
But somehow it manages to stay
A picture in a world of words and pulls
To burgundy and black spots
Simple and only
Shadows seem to fall
From willow tress and daffodils
At odds with the more misty
Flavors you sink into
Becoming a part of you
As you become indistinguishable
From the depths to which you sink
Reinvention lead to reunification
Under darkened night shadows
Pouring through down drawn windows
I attempt to balance the treble
As you insist to think
You way past every reservation
Sandstorms in shadows show
How this thing always goes
Swirling in blue and gray
Mashed in semicircles
A dimmer white drips
Above a town so alone
Enjoying a winter day
A world of words pull
From the central image which slips
As if into the stone