The Yellow Desert, paper collage, 2020
i. the notion of being civilized is heightened by shadows an infinite crust of time a sense of music to hold onto at the center of dawn, earth cries —is vibrant, mellow, happy we are the bystanders relics of liquid freedom ii. the mind breathes in strange waves dense like an underwater cyclone microcosms of ecstasy space castles and vast stretches of untamed yellow wilderness wander you have achieved an anonymous sense of freedom iii. for the loss of souls and high strange moonward dances there’s never been a world so unreachable as this
The Used Life 
wow. really good.
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Thank you. I’m happy you enjoyed them.
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How could I create the right words to describe my feelings for this Visual Poem? Perhaps I will have to leave a comment elsewhere on the interwebs postal system using line, form, color, etc. of my own…especially enjoyed part ii
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Ah, thank you, friend! Part II is my favorite also.
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