All One, revolving #7
Tumbling forward
Sunset into blinking night
moments strung along
Trophy necklace
GAUDY colored CLOWN
Somersaulting into BLUE HILLS
Behind there
in White Sun and
Hippy Tutu
The occluded figure decorated in--
what’s underneath,
She bends to adjust a pump
Everyone moves in closer
To the origin
33.
Two men in front of me coming to blows
Long legged beauty, lost innocence
what of the simple nude in sun
Decorated to height
Beyond
Contemporary surface
I LOVE--
The snap and POP over and over
and-- fallen to sunset
Flickering black branches
Smeared windows
Following the truck--
Over, the hill
A silence in arriving
the Comedian--
Height fluttering
Begging to fall
Mockingbird flown
Not there
flicking tail at the change
ONE
Vibrating there
There!
There!
To attain the depth--
35.
He wanted to go back inside
Going through this again
again and again
The yellow bloom in blue
He remembered,
in the studio
Sun and blue moments
The process evolving
The sacred forms of worn use
And distance
Another fall and revolution
Do it again--
Drifting on a sea of disbelief
Of dyspeptic humor, and
the same bare place
Joining a new belief
to discover ONE self
It is all there is
It seems
The cycle itself
“Get me to the ALL ONCE ,
in time, NOW!”
The World there in black--
THE ONE thing spinning
Stepping back
36.
To see
The space
To compare, my soul
To the
little solace
To not being there
out there on the cliff
The painting in the studio
I would be alone--
That fate
down the line
I could have kept going
And would have
We stopped
And turned around
We watched for twenty minutes
Took pictures
I remember it now
Flying up--
floating to another
“the road I left behind--”
The well of depth
Feeding the surface.
I just needed to paint
Follow the process
37.
Some end I feel,
maybe an end --.
It goes on
It goes on
Some final resolution.
wont make the end
There-- that balance of--
Here, grinding to the missed--
Resolution,
“No Man Shall See”
One, All One;
Falling--
Revolving,
Repeating--
Cycle.
