Past the sunrise lies the white
untouched by filthy minds
or poisoned souls.
Alabaster perfection
shining just out of reach
of mere mortality
waning in the light of day
and burning the edges of reality
till time begins to melt
dripping down cobblestone streets
and into ancient castles.
It revitalizes the bones buried deep
beneath the ground
and calling for the secrets
that had laid with the dead for so long.
Achromatic beauty
washing away the memories
of millions
licking up the emotions
that had always prevailed in a
dysfunctional society.
Scraping away
until nothing’s left
except bleached purity.
Just Another Impurity 