beach combing

40x60in

Phyllis

kindling

we stand on the cusp of time

seeing neon colours on the dusking horizon

and we know we've messed up

this precicipe must be lived carefully

instead of building monsters that can spread their legs

and balance our burgenoning hedonistic lifestyles

we must learn to tread, bare feet

along a wire

a spiders web

is it unreasonable to live in

the unpredictability of infinity?

to tiptoe with holy fear

through the volatile jungles

into an eternal heart

that we will learn to

become?

is it unreasonable to fling yourself

into the space above your head

and never know your signature

on a dotted line

but know,

beyond all doubt,

that your heart will beat

for eternity

when i close my eyes

i spin wildly through dimensions

that transcend the rules

i have come to know

psychedelic visions penetrate my brain

exploding paradigms, forethought

spun from my axis,

i suddenly know that I am

beyond

the flat image that stares back at me

i am the explosion on the sky

salt spray and tangled nets