You can spill blood of a tongue,
Onto the simple page
Blankly reaching for a pair of eyes,
Vacant of color and luster,
You can betray the fleeting sea
By sinking the shallow ship,
Shine light, upon the hidden corner
That has been lost in the murk
And no ship will sink,
No page will be left alone.
Find the light in negative spaces,
Turn dark corners to sun bathed arches,
Find the sorrow face in the bleak abyss And recognize it’s presence,
Fight against the dying of art
By sharing your experiences.