Pure
Pure.
Pure white.
One black line divides.
Another black line divides.
More black lines.
Infinite black lines.
Pure black.
Pure.
HELLO
Can anyone hear me?
Is anyone near me?
Or am I just a muffle
in your old blue duffle?
Step into fresh air.
We’ve got something to share.
There are things we can do.
Yes, you too.
We’ll go for a beer,
if you’ll lend me your ear.
Or just for a walk.
Somewhere we can talk.
Why does nobody see
they’re like you and me?
Just here for a while
and made such a trial.
We’ve invented a code,
yet it seems out of mode
to use these few words,
to chat like the birds.
Have you something to hide
that you’ve buried inside?
Afraid to let go
for fear I should know?
We’re all from the same place.
We’re all from the same race.
A mere strand in the web,
a drop in the ebb.
Let’s admit we were wrong
to believe we were strong.
Then we’ll feel free
to talk, you and me.