1985
“..like a dream vaguely remembered...”
figures escaping horizon
dissolve into a swoosh--
accidental figures,
Goyaesque, in an inkblot.
romantic forest orgy of flesh--
on fire, the environs destroyed
turning to industrial belch,
crazed by injustice
to this earth.
“...in a dream vaguely remembered,”
finding a solace in the painted stain,
Two figures journeying towards a vase.
...from a hilltop among the pines
contemplating the lagoon and
stripes painted flat on the canvas.
through nights of grainy realities.
life rotating outward.
and I, a modern man in search of a soul!
Homeric glory and shimmer...
“that there is no end in Nature,” he said
going around in circles
all the year,
with the earth.
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