in the box
on my side
knees pulled
up
twisted just
enough
to face the
top
because
it is
through the top
the poriform
top
of the box
that his
voice
will trickle
teasing me
with sunlight
bathing me
in ashes
in the box
in the dark
in the quiet
I paint the
in
side
using what
colours
I have
blood
mixes well
better
than you might
expect
with ash
it shines like
oils
with tears
it runs like
waters
and sweat will
bind
it almost like
gouache
in the box
I paint
with fingers
with eyes
closed
dried and candied
flowers
fingerprints
feathers
and
always
the faceless figures
that fall and float
breathless and blue
atop the wide
lemniscate
waves
©sdrogers 17 may 2014
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