Open Gates
A bolstering gun of light
factors through a canyon of -
I don't know
- ignorance
- indifference
Distantly tracing a line
on a cold, hard wall
with a painted picture
of something warm - and beautiful
This etching
these..
pretend lines
somehow they bleed
somehow - they rape
the lies from the eye
But the iris
it strains
having forgotten color
like an open gate unrecognized
Holding freedom with its
camouflage background
of familiarity
The white wolf waits
quietly beyond the invisible walls
staring with its
ice blue eyes
Piercing through deceit
hoping
patiently
Words have no use here
and the moon isn't bright enough
to break the skin
and the gate will never swing open
without an eye to see it
