Lines

lines blur shift become hazy and are redefined ropes and marker fly across the scene a kaleidoscope of activity a chaotic picture a painting abstract trying to hold to the form but following the function the heart the rhythm lost to the rhythm of the deep seated heart the unconsciousness, the breath itself screaming for order and hearing echoes as replies the tamed has passed me by I am lost to the wind can someone be my peace sand settles and falls to the ground things become clear but only in hind sight the future is untamed and my feet alone can set it at peace my mind is undone I only observe that what I see I can not describe. (written: October 2008)