White paper
wood
sand
Blue lines, white clouds
No noise, shut eyes
Wind blowing hard
Lightspeed
White dwarf, human need, black matter, what matters
Supernova heat
Born with wings, soaring eyes
Wings of white
Dying red light
On black curved
Water
Water falling from the sky
Black clouds
Yellow light
Big noise
Trembling water
Fishlife, oxygen, ozone
Strange night
And everything is eerie
Everything is cold
Like white paper
Wood
Sand, see drowning
Creatures
That look like me
And they cry for me
They know my name
They say
“White paper
Wood,
Sand”
It think I do understand
“White wood
Paper,
Sand”
On the beach lies a hand
And arms and legs
Some hair too
It must be a body
And it looks like you
Waves pounding, rising up
They scream: ”Fill her cup
The sea is thirsty
And so are you
You’re perfect for eachother
She could be your mother
Now move before we come
And get you”
Red sand, black wood
I’d open my eyes
If I could
To write upon this
white paper