the fossil
embedded in strata
eyes drifting like a soul free of body
scanning the temporal
desperate for clarity
veiled haze vision
without anchor
bricks
buffet
brushes
bottles
brass
beveled mirrors
reflecting rock and clay everywhere
senses roaming like a body free of soul
accepting the temporal as
truth in experience
sold as an anchor
feeling
smelling
touching
tasting
hearing
seeing
deceptive and evil
just a thought or experience
burned into memory
and cast forever
1 comment:
This weekend, I was painting again, however, it was a different kind of painting - using oil-based stain over painted wood to get a wood-like look. When I read this, I was feeling the brush bristles and smelling the smells of paint, stain, cleaner. Thanks for creating a cool sensual experience.
K
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