white rolls off my hands
bright hand-prints
on every wall
all white

pointing to directions different
all white

can you read the future
bright hand-prints
all white

can i tell the past
bright hand-prints
all white


i saw you 
standing quietly
all white
bright hand-prints

i move to turn then stop
look down
bright hand-print
all white

the blood red walls
do not walk
touch
bright hand-prints
all white

two drops of rain
through white and red
and white
bright hand-prints
all white

wheat stalks
wrapped around two hands
all white
bright hand-prints

the colour of clay
dark burnt brown
my hands still white
hand-prints still vile
slowly turn gray.