This is from a work titled ‘the rosemary amethyst’ (2010)
i find myself in bed with sparkling-white sheets crisp – whiteness and clean-ness the scent of perfect sun curtains billow and glow from unmistakable light – surrounding from all sides – outside in i hesitate to talk of heaven yet the symphony plays on – breath has turned (in)to God – at:men to at:man – the dispeller of darkness stands before me we are complete synchrony in our silence i have the habit to leave him little yellow flowers that I find poking up through the weeds he exchanges me the gentle voice the one searched out (this gentle mixed with a subtle ferocity) it is in the shape of the world book atlas – with the inside hollowed out – making it more of a box than a book or a voice within I find a note which reads : babu, Truth is Love Love is Truth search out that which lies behind the uvula the modern mona lisa can be found in your 5 sets of 12
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