Agnes Martin


I count absolute zero, the same way I’m held hostage.

Tonal oblivion, no rooms in this desert made of light.

Their emblems built of garbage, those wheels emphatic

Colors. Tonal oblivion.

No rooms in this desert made of light.

No credit, no blame, process is the gain.

Without these gods and heroes whose words will hold

You hostage.

His canvas choked with words. Drop of ink to douse a

Desert fire. It brought us back to page.

I see myself in bondage. Outside a house in flames.

I’m blessed born into a desert fire.



She’s unseen completely.

Let me under your wing, the sun destroys me.

The sun destroys me the sun destroys me.