A loop spins, round and round concentrically The desiccated sound of horns blowing Each moment decays softer, sounds glowing Like Dylan Thomas nights, eccentrically Drifting off to their death, romantically The silver shavings drift in the flowing Transfer to new realities, slowing Where at one point they will stop, caustically […]
Blue water, sweet drift Skin glistens, golden crystals I see myself there Wind’s lamentation A caress; a minor key its song for no one Sunset’s crimson red clouds obscure purple light becomes a prism
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven – Satan, Paradise Lost. What is the value of blank ? I ask because negative space, silence – the in-betweens – often give art real depth. As Lao-Tzu wrote in the Tao Te […]