Perhaps perceived as a person
capable of extreme wrong,
even with the best of intentions...
i have begun
the framework of a piece

about the framing of my life
and the perception
of my shattered selves,
lined up against a wall,
built by my own
tangled and woven
wanderings
through the deceiving folds of time.

the pistols stealthily creeping up
to unload a barrage
which fractures my essence
and yet uplifts my soul.









in process...
i see transformations...
such as
< this to this >

and enjoy the playful rhythms
of cascading starshine...
"supernova shots"

and my mind meanders willingly
around seductive curvatures,
hidden meanings,
and long-missed emotions.

"Jumping The Gun", 2011