Now, I'll wisk away
responsibility without commitment
in the name of art
out of me
out of this room
and now, here I am.
There are walls around me
and inside these walls
are liquid dreams and changing colors
and warm light, flight,
loud secrets, and love!
And impression, upon impression, upon impression,
upon exponential impression
creates something very different from what it started as.
But who's to say
it's less real?