A woman writes

Pictures in black and  shades of gray

On these dim prison walls 

Ephemeral graphite

So soft we are

Bits of stardust

Made incarnadine 

Diamonds, a multitudinous sea

you and I

Will never

shake our carbon 

Footprint

Of the Divine

God breaths life into dust 

There is a map 

Somewhere in the traces of granite

An ancient story 

The bones of dragons

Sewn in this field

Come to life