This is a lovely composition
except that the flute player
is barely distinguishable
to en passant viewer and with
...
No stone that could be
upturned
was ever left in peace.
...
Out of the silence
between the written lines
small portions
of my thoughts escape.
...
As a child and since then
I'm attracted to anything that slithers.
Must be primal memories
...
Would the world be in 3-D?
Would we need eyes to see it?
Since born to see in color,
...
Out of the silence
between the written lines
small portions
of my thoughts escape.
...
or
Aspirations of an Artist that Wouldn't Become a Martyr
...
Arcane hieroglyphs,
mangled gibberish,
cross-orthogonal zigzags
scribbled across walls.
...
The first time I met Jesus was in Paris on the way to visit
the Notre Dame Cathedral. At the time I was still young.
and trailed my parents in the Metro and was much in love
and all I really wanted was to meet Esmeralda.
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