This Canvas is White


This canvas is white, devoid of all that clutter

making me cry,

because at some point, I broke through the ceiling

and there was nothing up there…

What a nice place to start…

A ladder somewhere,

I climbed it, then found a little door at its end,

behind it, a cat, white as snow

with eyes made of a yellow stone,

and a nose, of a soft rose-tinted texture.

As we approached each other

I said (or just thought),

‘White Cat, White Cat’

And we rubbed each other noses

Like felines do

Perfect as cats, purer than snow

I then let the light in,

as I knew we were one.




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