mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
now i stand in the etchings
like the seasonal rains the rivulets of salt run. dry. they etch me deeply
ah there is depth
i was so afraid there wouldn't be now i stand in the depth of these etchings
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