Another new poem - "Not An Accent"

White is not an accent but a primer
Born again virgin stuck in the birth canal
Wind rushes in
But all is stagnant
Pebbles drop in pools
But no ripples form
Clouds pass by
So pedestrian
Then one flash
All it takes is one flash
One test
One more choice
Not an accent but a primer

Not an accident but a misnomer
A choice was made
Explicit purpose
The assassin's bullet
Did not slip through the victim's epidermis
But perhaps the blood stain washes out more easily
If it's told that way

The assassin's bullet
Did not fight friction out through the barrel
It glides on air
In air
Through air
And out
One finger on the trigger
Doesn't slip for lack of doing something better
For the other's always there
A scenario so ambidextrous
So ambiguous
So balanced
So pure

White is not an accent but a primer
So ambiguous
So balance
So pure
The assassin's bullet
Slips through no epidermis
Not an accident
Nor a misnomer
Not an accident
Not sure