
keep walking unknown one,
imagination not the blip of fame
but the line of blue itself upon the screen.
we dip in,
we fly out in measured heartbeats
unremembered by the trillions upon number,
unknown even now by most.
what might be left behind less significant
than present presence.
prosterity and prosterior are not so far apart.
these sounds,
the lines upon an unseen surface
have always been.
what's getting made?
would be the pertinent question.
pay attention while
transgressions are made less than
vapors of shadow in faded photographs,
unimportant even to those previously offended
by darkness.
there was never any seeing for the blind,
forgiveness for the damned.
Nature tends itself,
sometimes there is human involvement,
(though rarely is it a terribly significant aspect)
not to say that Beauty is rare.
endless time and tide:
a bowl of black soup
stirred on the feasting table
of giants in some other dimension.
fools afraid of Love
speculate with paranoia-
missing the moment,
trapped in bad dreams
running too late.
the Goddess laughs,
celebrating sacred endless moments
alone in peace,
glad of the respite from stupidity
for awhile.
Grace dancing
beats neanderthal stomp
hands down.
deja vu yells the drumbeat
in echoing chambers.
bend over, nobody cares
is rendered
only infected effluvia drainage,
washed away: dark opinions
made obsolete by shining truth:
diamonds flower from coal.
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.



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