At the art gallery, my name’s a painting.
But that’s just a cover.
I am
endless, boundless, hurdling,
illuminating, warming, bright
Playful Tripping Light
and Shadow of Worlds
Splatter me and Paint Me Soft
Falling Into Time
But right now
You only know me as
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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This is the closest you've come to recognizing yourself! Appuwz!
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