How Long Has it Been Since Two Strips of Red Flesh
Have Puckered and Uttered The Word Blaze?
The Mind is Void and One By One the Carvings and
Paintings of My Friends Diminish into Obscurity.
- Dust Covered Palette -
Father, I model My Entirety Around Your Genius,
Yet The Misery Does Not Subside Nor Relinquish.
Focusing On One Aspect at a Time, The Self
Destructive Pre-set in My Head is Running.
- Right On Schedule -
Pain is Relative, I Have Suffered More Than A
Holocaust Survivor and Less Than an Adored Child.
Sometimes The Acceptance of This Insignificance is
Enough To Make You Shine Brighter Than God.
- I Hope One Day -
- Our Paths Collide -