June 29, 2014 5:04 am
Just when the sun starts to return and everything is bathed in raspberry I remember you. Along with the bird chirps and gasping lilies comes the universal reality of what matters. The connectivity of electrons convulsing two at a time will change thought. An excited pea tendril wraps around the jute, naturally. The self is here as a vessel for the (some) godhead.
June 29, 2014 5:04 am wheat pasted for the Burlington Art Hop 2016 on the back of Karma Birdhouse Gallery.