Sharp and cutting is the way forward & through

The other side is where roses bloom

Perhaps you interpret vast thorns…

extending beyond my body

I did not fertilize them alone

I never learned how to prune and cut them…

enough to keep up with it, as time ran

Even though the keys led me through many, many doors

and winding, electric hallways

Where crystal balls told me what to choose

Who to choose, where to meet less resistance

The reflection of distant shadows

finally lay to rest

Let art release you.