White light blowing away my black stains Pure in sight through window pains
Sorrows woven from my brains share this pleasure between fabric rains
Lines that line our manes white sheets draping, like waterfalls, breaking
Breath taking with all this clarity my ties remain unshaken
While the white washed world beams me down vacant.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
White light blowing away my black stains Pure in sight through window pains
Sorrows woven from my brains share this pleasure between fabric rains
Lines that line our manes white sheets draping, like waterfalls, breaking
Breath taking with all this clarity my ties remain unshaken
While the white washed world beams me down vacant.
Visually stimulated, Beat sequence motivated. ( A Series of insights)
The metaphor here is capturing an epiphany while enduring the darkest of storms.
