![]() Black CloakA Poem by Laz K.I twist and
weave fibers Made of my
own sinews, I zigzag
stitches that go Around, and
then, unseen, On the wrong
side continue. Light does
not penetrate this Thick robe,
and Truth, being Patient and wise, does
not probe. No, She
waits and watches as I stitch, unstitch,
bend, and With mournful
eyes, She smiles At my
foolishness as I pretend. My cloak and
hood are Nearly
complete, and when I stand
black as the night Covered from
head to feet, I’ll have complete
victory, and Total defeat.
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