the Colourful picture
shadows draw across the canvas
with light oily strokes and dry wet soul
the white pythons and black mambas
conspire as their tongues slither and roll
down the canvas.
like honey, it marinates the mellow white
bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers
and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might
leaving behind the canvas
with monotone delight and black and white
then it cries as it bleeds like Danvers
watching its Hyde as he flees at the sight
as though his Hyde has a right
for leaving the canvas in black and white
the shadows of black and white
dissipate at the sorrow, at the pain
at the rain that washes the black and white
away.
Leaving behind the canvas
and time.
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