Man of White and stone

MAN OF WHITE AND STONE
He sits on a chair of stone,eyes closed, feet on ground hands clasped together in prayer of thought.
this man of many tongues dressed in robes of many shades of white different from the next
his skin is the purity of white , of his thoughts. and the nonsense of the delivery of his kind onto the wind
the darkness that surrounds him only illuminates his presence
when you look at him you notice he is hairless ,a tattoo of an ancient language adorns his head
his features are plain, exsept  in the subtle movements of his facial expression
one moment he looks pained, the next as if he has reached nirvana
a girl child on the edge walks up to the man of white , she is dressed in black
whispers something to him sits in front of him on the ground of the universe crossed legged hands out
two glass orbs of blue and green in each hand , she starts to hum
the man opens his eyes they are only white--blind ---expect you know he sees you
you start to understand how naked your soul is how vulnerable, how infantile, how cosmic
the child starts to scream he covers her mouth and takes her screams in
in some ways it ends who you are, the orbs fall on the ground shatters
he smashes his feet in to the shards and walks off
the little girl is no longer a child she becomes a women, long blonde hair with raven feathers at the end
she stands on the stone chair, goddess of the underworld her hands move in motion of magic making conjuring and conspiring
she smiles, this mischief maker she opens her cloth of black to reveal her nakedness in subtle changes
she becomes the universe ,galaxy upon galaxy, infinity upon infinity,universe upon universe
the man of white walks backs in and kneels in front of her
he is praying to mother of invention, he walks through, she closes her robe sits on a chair made of stone
eyes closed hands clasped together in prayer of thought the darkness almost eclipses her
a boy child on the edge dressed in maroons with hair of black whisperers to her and sits on the ground in front of her
holding a black sphere he throws it up in the air it spins with a violent fury it grows in size and density
he sobs,tears that would fill an ocean she lets him cry she stands to the side he stands up he grows into a man
he opens his robe to revel time the beginning the end and everything else
she cannot enter on to him she is immense and he is infinity
they sit on the chair back to back
a girl child on the edge hair of red , skin of pale fade in grey and blue
she does not whisper to them she stands looking at them scrutinizing, them, writing it all down
she becomes faded until she disappears