the windowsand the ventilations they held dust from yesterdays
piles of papersbills and receiptssum of thoughts and expenses
dust and wasteidle stuffsevery corner vignettes of past
brush, wipe, spongethat strange urge to bring gracefragrance and some sparkle
still something was missingsomething was absent…
(that strange urge to coil and coilto the point where it will explodeto ancient forests and streams)
on canvas and papersi am making streams and leaveswill hang them soon to the clean walls
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