Blanh Canvas

Measure of reflection

All lips that in unison

Have pervaded the pathway of silence

With the colors of the night

Love is a leaf spread between two words

The open fruit that is filled with snares

And with brambles if you don't take care

If you let it go

How are the fingers now burned

In a metaphysical reflection?

Perhaps superfluous to see clearly

In a chain of sounds and shadows

Is it daring science?

And men's armies of rusted mirrors

Invade the headmasts, pathways of the dark

The blank canvas depiction of their fingers

That see frontiers and territories of art

The search for the past is now done

Colors splitting, whipping off the

Fillings kept with the knife of struggle

Love is a leaf spread between two words

The open fruit that is filled with snares

And with brambles if you don't take care

If you let it go

How are the fingers now burned

In a metaphysical reflection?

Perhaps superfluous to see clearly

In a chain of sounds and shadows

Is it daring science?

And men's armies of rusted mirrors

Invade the headmasts, pathways of the dark

The blank canvas depiction of their fingers

That see frontiers and territories of art

The blank canvas depiction of their fingers

That see frontiers and territories of art