Now, we go inside to experience the past painter’s present.
let’s listen to our shadow
for it tells us where we’ve been
or where we will be.
The ache which seems will never go away, one day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.
look back at writings /
thoughts of yore /
and wonder where my /
This is how It Is.
and now July can come to me /
my soul no more disjoint, it’s free