Scraps

*A poem inspired by recent artworks*

Scraps of resources ,

Scraps of light,

Enlightenment - Hope - Spirit.

Curiosities of the illusion,

Curiosities of the darkness.

Deep in the darkness opened eyes ,

See nothing,

But knows it’s there,

Existing - moving ,

Until the scraps of light peer through ,

The chambers - The vessels ,

The alters see bended over ,

Bad posture ,

Bended knees - Bended backs ,

Foreheads to ground.

Deep in the darkness opened eyes ,

See nothing ,

But the inner electromagnetic lights,

The full spectrum of color ,

CMYK, RGB,

Bouncing underneath the eyelids.

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