Whitney Jones Olson
i am taken aback;
i question your strength,
i put myself;
in a position you do not accord me,
and as always,
watch with a guarded
heart that is a reflection.
i wrote about you once.
About the completion of your character, and the colour of your eccentricity.
i wrote about you on a sweet, sad Spring day while taking my solace on the bittersweet ocean of deadened desire.
Although my actual perspective is long since destroyed,
i recall comparing you to a nearly nymphette cocktail waitress, and finding you wanting....
It Is, Beginnings
As your focus is narrow, so you may perfect but little
a camel from a Biblical gate
As your focus is full, so you may stitch their shrouds
As your focus is nothing, so you may birth + be + become
the Nothing Definable * It Is.
Ouroboros, you may now eat your self-flesh + child + future,
Do not ask for absolution - you may not ask for