The Easel Tower
With closed eyes I lay back naked to surroundings and noise, escape. Pencil inside
the soft grip a slide show of mind displays beauty, I see each mole, scar, shine and
blemish as though touchable live flesh. Knowing the lids of my eyes and mind as the
creator and opening my eyes will erase the art. I choose to sit in darkness.
Copyright © Ryan Wegenast | Year Posted 2011
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