Words From A Black Dot . . .
There I was minding my business and simply being a black dot. Suddenly, this guy was in me! I don’t know where he came from. I don’t know how he got inside me. I was not sure what to do. I wanted to call the black dot police, but they don’t exist. I started moving the shapes inside me by making music with my wind chimes and crystals. The shapes danced. That kept him distracted. What a relief when he suddenly left!