My work hollers at me, I hear it
loud and clear. Are there other ‘else’ brave enough to tell me they hear it,
too? My work lives as thoughts. I have collected these thoughts over the years,
categorizing them, comparing, taking notes on the notes.
They question me;
If you manifest me perfect,
exactly what you want, if you EVER finally manifested the artwork perfect — would
you be afraid to try again?
I nail them down with colorful
glass-head pins, spread open on the cork board parading with the other
though-captives and notice that some of them still twitch.
