I was water for the words.
I left my side and wondered.
I drove to the far side of town.
In a festival attire I blanky stared.
This was to be a water grave.
A simple notion in stolid time.
collections of refuse in a space of elements.
Neverless nor more in the confusion,
which holds the definition of time and space.
With quick capture and defined movements.
A mixture of collapsing abstract and moving fashion.
This anchor of a picture staring before you as before.
A measred slice of life you seen and drink with pleasure.
Never a better, and or leaving scenes chosen to aquire.
This stance solid as a cause and effect glued to the seat.
A tone of posture and a hint of mostiure collect on the skin.
We are all shadowns displaced into a shuffle.