Do you understand that moat of whiteness?
Where we said our i do’s lifted in a cloud of never.

Where blanched sheets covered our desires
of desktop plumes and smoked cigarettes.

Do you understand that moat of whiteness?
The one where i said what i would not have said.

Clouded it seems everyday as if changing.
For i am no more than a forgotten, rotten root.

Standing here beside what should have been-waiting.
Do you understand that moat of whiteness?

If i ask again tomorrow i won’t expect an answer.
Shan’t ask- yet shall continue to write until

that Oppressor stops hounding me with messages.
Do you understand that moat of whiteness?

Sometimes i see it through a window- willowing off.
Even hear its vague whisper in the tedium of darkness.

It tells me naughty might be nice- so it asks again,
Do you understand that moat of whiteness?

Why the birds kill you with their song in the early dawn.
Why the sun should never come up- so you may sleep.

Why the moon is forever a nuisance for the least serene.
You do truly understand that moat of whiteness…