Black on white
Canvas
Paper
These feelings I write
The art of inner peace
All about perspective
(Night and Day, Light or Blind)

Can't have one without the other
If we're Life on Earth
The world our mother
That makes us brothers

It's not all black and white
But what spills out
Is a work of Art
Swill of stains

One inside another
Ink confessing pains
Blacks on whites
Bloodying
Canvas
For
Paper.
(Spilling ink)