ART STUFF

Tense as midnight / Taut as skin / Rippling with unseen breath

You think it was a regular thing / You remember it being a tradition

But then, steepness is relative / to where you’re standing / and how tall you are

I remember it / clear and cloudless as the skies / that were always blue in those days

Flutter, black flag / in the light breeze / Tremble / fade to every shade / in none

What if I could get / higher / What if I can / if I try / What if I don’t

These lines were meant to trace / a map we all could follow