Layers of Tone

A revival of what once was A simple concept of black and white. One that was with no out, now barely suckled by fading shadows.

The intention, to replicate fame Leads, To this insane journey Of delayed steps and off beats.

And looking down upon this pool That has yet to be made. A reflection of moments that Bare, no blame.

These simple imprints, Appear, more complex in the sand. And if the single path should bend That life in ink forever ends.