Gone, Pollock, Gone.
Not among my favorite,
however you came.
I accept you.
You dripped your vanes
in my river bank.
Welcome to my world.
Welcome.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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Visions and images: Layers of meanings upon time. A dark and fuzzy dialogue with the Universe. Where am I? O Lord, What will the sun bring to our doors?
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