No One Knows The Colour Of A

No Poetic Phantasy But A Biological Reality, A Fact: I Am An Entity Like Bird, Insect, Plant Or Sea-plant Cell; I Live; I Am Alive.

There's A Black Rose Growing In Your Garden.

Until It Seems The Whole City Will Be Covered With Gold Pollen Shaken From The Bell-towers, Lilies Plundered With The Weight Of Massive Bees . . .

I Fear No Man, No Woman; Flower Does Not Fear Bird, Insect Nor Adder.

Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So It Is With A Song.