

Portrait of a LadySeventy-seven murmurs on the eighty-eight lacquered pedestals. You counted as you played the keys of time. Be free! the station master shouted.Portrait of a Lady
Above the decidedly non-postmodernist ideals, that the dreary six oclock smoke attempted to uncover. Hidden incognito among the cogs and cobwebs, the spider triumphed over the unswept corner, Everyday missed by the boys, the men, and the little creature, that we call the in-between.
Just en passant.
We were all en-route to a destination. Expecting fanfare; and perhaps, gaining a fan or two, Bright


Apparition of AquariusApparition of AquariusApparition of Aquarius
The fruit trees are blooming. A yellow car, that Drives around the
thousand sordid rooms; Fingering the grooved valleys, and hills
on the encrusted barnacle.
A patient crying, dying of cancer. Aquarius cannot call out, "come out", "come out" "The fruit trees are in bloom" Because water becomes steam.
Tears held in a bucket of recollection. He can no longer behold the moon blood devouring
the lone white flower. The midnight dew, encapsulating petals, painted vivid yellow hues; &n
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rocking
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dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is
this can happen without you
or it can happen within
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"If you see a turtle sitting on a fence post, you can be sure he had some help."
"swans may look like they are gliding effortlessly but are actually kicking their legs hard out of sight."
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Dignitas Personae M. Todd Fine Arts Art With The Spark
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JD
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