White Plane :: Dedric :: Original Poetry

White Plane

This pen punctured me-Pierce. Intravenous draining of pain,

Like bloodletting for black plague, poison spills from these veins.

My power pours its soul-self, slow like hourglass grains

Onto this white landscape, a two-dimensional plane.

Colors collide, red to white; quill exhales my essence,

This red’s eternal connection flows through princes and peasants.

So when dead, still deign to speak. Present touches your presence.

Just exhume the white plane, my two dimensional reference.