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| Innovation by � coondogk9 The busy streets, a dark ally, an ocean of blue, a vast pile of sand, new dimension, my mind has wandered. Scrutiny salvages bits and pieces like a puzzle composing new mass, breathing a new life on my table under my surgical hands of ink. Even my own language used in void company but who to understand but me in indescent solitude. The clay of written creation moves about on vast plains of pure white pulp under a fluorescent sun. A composite character unlived convinces you of places he�s never been. I build the dream, furnish the material things, decorate the landscape, you furnish the emotions. I give birth to a new child yet I cannot hold him. he maturely vanishes as I give birth to yet another and another until my children surround me, never lost as one adoptive parent after another nurtures. Birth pains now of heartbeats as I struggle. An elusive thought flickers awaiting my breath of life. That I could cast my mind against the wall and shatter the shell of masked emotions, scattering for all to see, could I at last rest my weary soul? Nay, I say not. More, reborn suckling at my womb contrive to emerge. Earth binds my flesh to mortality sad though the event, begging for all in my house of paper to be deeded in my name. Too short has been my realm of capture as tears flow over lost visions, I cry. Vision Quest 2002 |