This mornings gift

I was staring out a window, a girl claimed did you see her looking at those young men

It was a key turned in some trick of light, with so many eyes of mirrors,

A leviathan chimera, tried to claim my light, as if white could change to black

Manifesting madness: in their own face t’was as if white had changed to black: but, wait-

Fuck that! I’m a question, you don’t know who I am, simply who I am,

White is not black, take it back, look on me – Love, this morning’s gift to thee, reflect