Clouds materialize and shift; you can see the earth's face through only random patches of clarity.

I have cut out of my brain an image of a lion

The universe drifts inside a mind. Snakebitten, I'm delirious.

Outside I heard wind chimes in my neighbors’ yard and branches from the dogwood scratching against the house.

The desire to find silence within noise.  A transitory impermanent activity.  This work has become the viewer’s to write into.

A blue-green streaks, a yellow-green spreads from the south like a wave. A red dye seems to leak from the north.

Slow it down more, come closer still. A dot appears, a flake.

Every moment must begin a new

I turned back to the sun. It was going, The sun was going, and the world was wrong.

Waiting for death, waiting for (re)birth, waiting for love, waiting for salvation, waiting to find something.