knowing what I've made you
spindled around my intentions,
a carried weight
I'd rather describe to you-
too late

obsess myself in wonder
what I make,
mingled fabric
an artistic refinery -
its magnitude
a centerplex of taste,-

Attentive
Meticulous,
reciting in mystery
the imitating required
to create-
I show to you
the entrance
without saying
the words we've made-,

The possibilities
the mind considers
eachday -
given time
conservation in faith,
allowing me to take you down
with your senses...

a blank - wide - space.

04/13/2002

Posted on 04/13/2002
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