Where are you? The time-lapsed blur teases your location.
undivided. improbable. preposterous.
straight from the Tempter’s oven
friendly, yet foreboding.
Build Me! Your unseeing eye squints in condescension
into her cavernous gullet everything goes.
flesh-stripped scaffolding sharply buttress a new kind of body.
many ways from here to there.
high above us, the eye of pigmented silica emits diffuse light.
dona nobis pacem
But look at the blur ~ beyond the focused flower.
When I See Nothing ~ I don’t like what I see ~ All that is left are feelings.
Art in abstraction allows you to see anything, or nothing at all.
from the foothills of the ~
or the deepest valley ~
the icy peaks seem… ~
I’m tired of looking at straight lines / The distance from point A to B
Wayfaring sounds romantic, but wander too long, you may get lost.
a secure shelter in time of storm
memories of freedom won’t fly anymore
her presence extracts a fee.