Whiteness I close my eyes and see The milk rising in the weigh jars Every morning and evening Of my bucolic childhood And for years before I was born Like bone melted down Or porcelain poured from a cauldron How they made something So white out of the dark
Whiteness
Whiteness
Whiteness
Whiteness I close my eyes and see The milk rising in the weigh jars Every morning and evening Of my bucolic childhood And for years before I was born Like bone melted down Or porcelain poured from a cauldron How they made something So white out of the dark