fingerprints

moments build among each other
just as seas and rivers mate
and I realize something ever simple

never ignore that musical moment
that screams to your soul
with joy and playfulness

but also vastness

are these the fingerprints
of utopia?

and this primary dancer stretches her elongated torso and twists
only to lock eyes
premeditated intensity

why awake?

that spiraling retina pit reminds me of mystery
nor you or I have solved
it is the answer of how we perform greatness
its question is absent
perhaps from our abilities

would you want it any other way?

tomorrow

emergence falls from above

condenses from nothing

and consciousness is but a flicker

absolute and volatile

tomorrow we cease

and our dollars mean nothing

but for the children waiting

and repeated

The artist’s paradigm.
Creating the soul through the expression of it. My art determines me. I determine my art. Either infinity or nothing is at this core.

You can stand up for what’s right or what’s easier. It’s the struggle of my life.