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