In chosen numbers
Is there a grain ?
Devastated……
Not even one grain I lift
Weightless..
Helpless ….
I stand frozen beyond numbers….
My soul lost its spark long ago
on negative images
in prints..black and white
And this thick darkness engulfs
but a force drives me …
Unknown even to me
a flute.....
nectar drops…
and
Eugenia Racemosa