Pushing Daisies
Find meaningful precedents to let show with chosen median a makers mark upon this world then lose thy self to it. Throw passion with you’re eyes unto the frae and where it touch be crushed and lifted. Let us run like mad naked beasts through the thrush in moon light as stars fall weeping from our short time under their shine. Allegory of a thousand suns like that of past lives spent upon this rolling bolder in the cosmos. A different frame holds a picture of a God on another wall like wind that’s pushed daisies around for fun.
Jon R.T.
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