paintings & works on paper
Sometimes, I felt what beat inside me was a great, surging symphony, though they tried to call it mere algorithm. 2018.
Over hills, valleys, mountains, lakes and rivers, we came looking for you, always you
Look at the treasures that surround us, why should I be punished for your ignorance?
Storytelling #103a (baby remember that time you said you'd break space-time for me)
Sure there are many versions of the story so why don't you choose the one with the gorgeous ending
Then there were sweet interludes that caught in our eyelashes and perfumed our breaths
But she said you can't always have what you want
There amidst the wilderness were we, ourselves aflame with illusions and desires
Where would grief sit, if it sat inside of you?
And then she brought the pie that was still cold
If I asked you to follow, would you come?
... but he realized that things were as they were and not as he wished, and that the very thingness of what stood in front of him refuted any reasoning or desiring otherwise.
Refuge for tenderness
Can you hold my hand as I try and remember
There were 27 stanzas in all: Glossolalia
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