GONNA' FINALLY FOLLOW
That one to his death : holding hands
with someone I love. That crazy girl
with the black Mercedes who wants
to be a boy, the lady on the lake, the
girl in the far Canadian wilds. I'm
dreaming I made a mistake. Sometimes
everything happens at once; other times
nothing at all. My heart I place in the
hands of one who feels. I am strangely
lost in the space of my time. Miraculous
board games? No, not that. Alexandrian
quatrains; OK then. There beats no better
place than hands that have touched the
abstract to the core. My art is an act of
love, and vice-versa too. Gonna' finally
follow, no matter what else I do.
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