ink blots

my vision
my touch
the smells i take from others
and give from myself

the sounds outside my window
calling out to be heard

what am i!? what am i!?

anything or nothing
it is mine to choose

agouti

the momentum of solitude

moving through the night

anonymous motions

of a little brown rat

plant a seed

Can a lily meant to grow in the african wild survive in the grey dead city?
The seed underground.
waiting to germinate