Anacoluthon Knights

i can never tell you how displeased readers    are by that position    the singular  moment when nothing makes any sense to them at all  but only to a few brilliant pebbles that soar across the night canvas unknown to the dullards of academia   it is the ONLY reason i write;   to express self to those very few who HEAR ME.   the rest are noise and there is no time for wasting one's artistry on rigid brains    and stiff necked human-geese. Then again, my imagination never demands   an audience of understanding but more of an emotional receptivity.    A slumbering shadowy cloud-vignette      seeping from a tormented mind onto    freshly sliced paper cuts.  This is the  color red screaming in a dying ink stroke. :: 07-21-2017 ::