Sunday, 16. November 2003
Unraveling a pattern
A snowflake? A formation
of massed Roman Legions,
left on Babylon's dust?
Where is the exit? Turning at each curve of this maze, which pure color shall I encounter?
Blues piled deeper on blues? Or Mississippi; black clay, white cotton, Muddy rivers of both water and song?
The paper is somehow mute. I am rattling it to reach your unheard voice!
art work coming up
Image-ned Word
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