And there was a
single tear from one of her eyes and
I plucked it from her Eve face
as if it was an apple offered to mine Adam.
The tear was hollow, hard and shone a mirror. Our past was
reflected in it, all jumbled together.
Nothing, and all points in between could be read, like the
pages written by an
ecstatic - scribbles of Vision...
the experience of the lustrous,
intoxicating, violence and indifferance
of God.