in the skies of ebony
snap
blankets of the color
of alabaster
drape over the darkness

in empty rooms where
creatures of unknown species
lurk
snap
they scurry away

in places where
the only thing to
touch
is murkiness
and shade
snap
a new vision
comes into view

in minds where only
inky thoughts roam
snap
a ripple of
seditious
ivory words
tumbles over them