Bathing in blindness, this still life
is briefly still. Rapturous night,
bountiful colours in impossibility.
We all wake, stuck in the flood.
Heralds whisper, someone is waking.
A new law is written in blood.
Adam speaks no dissatisfaction,
and Eve is not with child.
In a place where humans cease,
where we lose all in the pursuit
of this same humanity.
We are all lost.