it is colder here and the news comes even colder
listened and changed to the music channel

seems it was some years ago i saw the glass opera live

memories reminded via my internet web, unnecessary

as curled round the past coils back into mind until tea
prompts the fingers into drawing it out
on screen

it is settled here now into the patterns and lines
i drew some time back and am now filling in the
background

it makes a muddled picture

some say i have not found my voice yet
as things keep changing
as the colours move

as the seasons roll round

yet

my work on the decline and fall
was chosen
this week



vertigo