I've decided to start an art compilation blog.
"I am free! Won't you see? Don't you care what happens to me?"
"Openings all over my body, a hundred, a thousand things to see,
before there is you in me."
pictures in sand wash away with time, diamonds become stronger
balance bursts to burning embers, scattered though remembered
she will not ask the question again
deaf to her ears, the opus outside
there was no reply, never
only a gentle touch, a kind word, a lie
a rose effloresces for apathetic eyes
"more beautiful to let it die"
speak to me of earth when you are of air
do not claim to understand if you were not there
fools looks for white in black caress hopes for pliance in stone
with blinded open eyes assess until the "truth" is known
