Variations on a theme à la ee cummings

White tastes like metal: sharp, earthy, slow. White is easy, white is simple, white is always. White looks like lonliness, a lone coyote on a deserted road. White feels like a blanket, white sounds like a shroud, acts like a wall, white seems like a darkness. White is two thin tracks, fading into the near distance. White hisses like a snake, disappearing in ribbons on the black. White is empty, pure, devoid of. White is someone's last day, upside-down in a smashed-in car. White is final.



White tastes. Like metal, sharp, earthy, slow White is easy. White is simple, white is always, White looks. Like lonliness a lone coyote, on a deserted road White feels like a blanket. White sounds, like a shroud acts like a wall, white seems like a darkness. White is. Two thin tracks fading. Into the near distance White hisses like a snake disappearing. In ribbons on the black, White is empty. Pure, devoid of White is someone's. Last day upside-down in a smashed-in car, White is final.



white tastes like metal sharp earthy slow white is easy white is simple white is always white looks like lonliness a lone coyote on a deserted road white feels like a blanket white sounds like a shroud acts like a wall white seems like a darkness white is two thin tracks fading into the near distance white hisses like a snake disappearing in ribbons on the black white is empty pure devoid of white is someones last day upside-down in a smashed-in car white is final