Whitewall
There is a Wall which
like any other wall
stands tall and strong
seven days of the week
and it's got a history of
casting small Shadows
over doorways that put their doormats
just where they don't belong
but it's a Wall without
Color; because
Color
means Something
means Having Perspective
and the potential for a strong definition
(Strong like the black line of a corner
that separates the Walls from their infinite White)
but there are no Corners
because it’s only a wall it’s only a form a Tall block of
cinder or concrete or soon to be ash
(a figment-like plane of terrestrial damage)
embalmed, Brother, in the mason stone of white
but no: to answer your question
This wall has no Color,
and it takes no stand-
except to be whitewashed-
by a Thousand Dirty Hands
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