For X Next X_1

Struck by the beauty of sparrows lighting in the tree, mesmerized by the flash of water forks branching from great ocean roots, astounded by the forms of stones resting among others. There, in between  creeks and white crystal prisms settle the seeds swept and pressed by winter winds into deep womb forges from which one ray of her son shall call the lost back from under her white gown. All that which is within the bounds of shells can not remain, for no thing of matter is made to last. And so it is that I see what I see in the shapes and lines of the faces of all beings in all forms, human and non.


For X Next X_0

In turning away from the sights seen out in the hard drive battled fields of files and three ring binders of dreams that mark trails and trials of the passings of forms that choose to die in defense of the investments of deceit signaled by the siren flashing lies that compel the ones and zeros to follow thoughtless eyes in pursuit of more and better and different no matter what.