Black and white beginnings
Of nothing
A return to purity
Immaculate conception
On wings of
crystal tears unshed
un
stifled
Still
Born
to quiet cradle songs
of sighs
and the snap
of little boxes closing
the sounds
sun-burnt memories make
leaving transparent stains.
A blanket of tissue, then
Not strong, not warm
Enough
But it will cleanse
rancid memories
That seep in through
Heels with the scents
Of rain drenched earth.
some desires
for dreamless sleep
white awakening
forgetfulness
the desire for perfect life.
