......and this art is where we finally meet
the caricature of my subconscious played by my conscious self
pulled asunder the dark veil and shining light of truth
I emerge, no, pull back the tide of time and dreams are lived in the full light of day where no man before has trod. A poet and a friend hand in trusted hand stride forth across all the beauty and terror that lies within.
The art of being oneself on show to the world half hid from itself.