portrait of the artist as a young elephant

all my days trodding along i see my shadow but never a smile all my days dusting my skin, there is work to be done, i know, and it must be done--- for i remember something important, i remember the sound of gabriel's horn. archangelic trumpets always reverberate through my tusks, just as i always stomp along acknowledging the future as seen in a past life--- an illium stands between two moments a proud beautiful city that exists nowhere and never will be somewhere but still exists to burn light on my canvass and move my trunk along it. in between the moments, in between the lifetimes, separating the brush strokes always and forever heaven calling, calling to tell me i am already home. ___________________ visit The God Bolt - http://thegodbolt.blogspot.com