Run, run, run, my child!
Run, from the shadow that chases you!
Angle to angle, turn and dangle
Self and mirror
and learn!
the graffiti on the wall is written,
listen to its screams of gray,
when perspective,
does not change,
the substance of the image,
that faces you along the way!
fight , fight, fight with the thoughts!
box with the air! shoot with the words
Of regretful retrospect of grey,
when perspective,
does not change,
the substance of the image,
that faces you along the way!
Observe, observe observe,my child!
The conjunction of enemy and friend
That 50% gradient of black and white
And midpoint
averages that alight
Your shadow and image attachment
For the ones you fight for
And the ones you fight against
Are willing allies
Copyright©2016 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
