the water paints blend as i try to share my oil with you, helping to keep your lamp bright, as the coming comes can i go with you

as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop

the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off

leaves of red and gold come crashing down in disgust that after such a little time of s… and finally –perfecting color the beauty is cast down and trodde…

then one spirit says to the other i will do it this way the other says no . and i,.. - well i, .. i get stuck in the middle

the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute

shuffle reshuffle cut . reshuffle picking different cards this time placing a crinkle

if it was as if the butterfly had just landed, no –lifted in fli… or the breath of it just touched the branch as if begging for (information), h…

turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see

i can shine your armor and make ready placing arms and legs in encouraging you to be steady as we start to begin

looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek

death the dash is released - freeing the colors to see and put in order to climb the spheres