Drawing veins and wasted, vast empires
I learn about the nature of the edges
Of the steep dissatisfaction, and desire
To observe affecting wedges of satire.
A landscape or a portrait of the inside
Of a moment or a feeling or a story
Brings me to a point, a line and, then, a landslide,
Drawing fine, or stroking paint,
For wine or glory.
(From A Loop Around The Sun, vol. 1 )
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