He stares out the window. Contentment in a white wall.
For the vegetable kingdom, light is all.
Flower buds for hands. Petals for fingers.
Closed eyes in a rocking torso. It calms me, too.
Orange. Stained. Jacket.
Fair. Unstained. Sleep.
A white membrane envelopes your soul.
White. Black. Boy. Mathew, you too witness Resurrections.
