Dualism

Step inside your artSwimming in the amazement which the written word creates for my mind. Perhaps my spirit scribbles through my fingers allowing me to caress aspects of its silloette that I have not explored prior. In my writing I like to translate word to visual as if I'm trying to see what is within me through poetic story telling. This maze of the mind, painted in rainbow dripping sunbursts. Corridors of metaphor giving birth to pools of encompassed understanding. Wood stove smoke a window to the west, the pallet of rubarb pie is a sonnet about home. You see the seedsStep inside your art


braillehello? where are you? punch. a bloody lump in my lip lighting the way down through the cracking wooden facades. a church, a hospital in the dark water.braille
i've got the metal pads and the telephone. i'm rubbing frozen hands for warmth. i'm shocking a corpse.
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wait for me in the clear water with a blue whale reflecting a flock of birds, a spiders web and moving as effortless as a dance of planets.
wait for me underwater in the featureless collapsing furnace. in a hallway of mirrors. in the compass of a clutch of bubbles feathe
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