In the chambers of mind,
I found that its shape would not sit
for the painting of a moment of stillness,
but shifted and gamboled in the inkling.
It ran both near and far
and laughed at my notions of direction and destiny.
No matter my reservations or protests,
it always danced.
Recommended Listening:
Jóhann Jóhannsson
Fordlândia
from Fordlândia
{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}
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