A mystical dialogue
in swirls...

Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist...

What you would not give,
age opens...

A racial profile begins
between black and white...

Gifting myself a new
hurt, though ephemeral, do...

Do not
give me a dream...

Cupping the water in hand,
you feel the nativity...

He has been spoken off.
Sometimes I feel...

Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep...

The dark borders
were shifting, rejecting...

Bigotry, is that you with
the lost numbers...

Spurned,
staring into a void...