Innocent white bleeds in silence

One of the things I hold on to......my waking child imported

hidden emotions staring into a distance of emptiness

car me (in the tear of a child)

unraveling the knots of life........

Staring at the emptiness of a dream

Staring chained with the future in her small hand

invisibly present the umbilical cord to myself imported

Me, take myself by the hand

Her body makes itself free from her Shapeless shadow and leaves behind a youthful passion.