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Lesson of Inky Obsession
Black board, black chalk…
-You can’t read that?
You have a lot more to learn.
Empty room, quiet chairs…
-Still not inky enough!
Replace the garments with heavy armors;
Or just hide behind the bodies of our brothers?
-Close, but sounds like a pity crying.
How about the begging ground,
the shredded sky, the missing moon,
the burned out stars for the ripped skin
with pouring blood, that feeds the soil,
and seeds the weeds of never found;
Or the moles habitating under ground,
juggling globe-like balls,
masked like clowns?
If this is not inky enough,
then the rest is just pink clouds
pinned to a baby blue sky.
