STAND

Stand He Stands strong like a cold lead lamppost That gleams red both inside and Out. So meticulously plain and plane and The source of darkness to an eternal sunshine realm of almost real-like minds. But are you brittle like your bones and do You thrive within the layers of your skin? Are you Mole without your specs? Or am I sink? Where you are swim? Or is your ray of black underground and compact like a sun-dried worm too cold of heart to even squirm when you cheat the Grass above of this cycle we call Love. But do not fret my dear because within the shadow that you spread you do lay liquid and warm and snug within a temple made of ice. The igloo effect where your virtue becomes your vice and vice versa.