...plain, white light of conscious sight

carved with the black of depictions,

stretched imaginations, dance of

curves and shapes, the inner vision

needs a pair of shades, color it

with flames of passion, free flow

of feeling, breeze of dreams

whistling through the meadows

of vibrant forms

...from the dust

this thought was born, to the

dust, the vision fades, in the dust

are the sparks, minerals, elements

of life, fertile fields, sow the seeds


...from the groves, the forms are

reborn, then the critters and grubs

swarm in, eating the scraps, *******

new life into the soil, new sparks

and minerals, eggs and chances,

rhythms for the new generations,

vibrant once more, a matter of

potent renditions, the breath fueling

the black depictions, white light geyser,

grey clouds, tarnished ores,

dirt and dust, all colored with the minerals

of light

...and in that light is solar life,

lunar reflections, Earthly fullfillment of

'son'shine, mother's milk, and dad's

beer brewing in the astro's firmament.

Dancing all through again and again of

swirvy curls, recollection of scattered pearls,

casted and then returned.