Change of Prefix

Granite sand laid beneath a black marble sky
In a world with edges eroded by hopelessness
All is unprincipled in half-closed eyes

Viscous oceans carrying without lapse
This sad intent of wafting
Is perseverance wasted upon a jaded grasp

Whites, the defilement of beauty,
Always where the blacks smear, confusing the sketch with lines
Tired of each stretch of fatigued duty

Can each wishful arm,
with soft music uplifting,
lightning-shocked to the veins,
tease through

These wisps of cloud
prevent and fly
against the final picture
that only angel wings reveal

In the brilliant collision of wish and sun,
all dreams were released
in transfiguring blasts of color,
and what could express feeling so valiantly?

Voices, sounds born from hope
From smiles, once petrified by numbness
Freeing the depths of descending slopes

Tendrils of mist
Breaking in two
Without desist
Light flows
Anew