- billytombs
rose·mar·y am·e·thyst
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 this 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 the tiniest yellow flowers
that I find poking up through the weeds
he exchanges me the gentle voice the one searched out
(the 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