hermitage

                  she wanders in her spaces,
                  recumbent in the coils of her paper rosaries.

chaos                                         clothed in the strands of her realities

               paralysed...

illuminatio                               a portrait in a gallery of closed doors

                                              &

                                            narrow spaces

evocatum                    conversing with the precincts of her silences

somewhere in the shadows,  an interrogative dances
scraping an unwanted graffitti of compassionate fantasies
upon sanctuary walls.

© madmęb 1998

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