with measured names and sculptured edifices mounted

my sleeping hours are nonetheless counted

reaching inside – for the framed description
flexing out, teaching clear-eyed – of the named prescription that screams and shouts!

when you’re out on a lookout for the peppermint perch…

swirling coolness leave you flustered and & on the search!

i wish i knew : the levels ahead of me / when seeds finally grow n2 an oak tree – however, that takes years! that means plenty of tears & a juggernaut of time waiting.

while a new moon is glaring through the midnight sky

phases are blended by a multi-colored sigh

it’s never just one element at play

but a cornered hide and seek in the disarray

come what may : the explanations have yet to be said

with finely cuffed embroidery thread _ style recommends a hat for a head

the color red for the cut that bled

and the dead skin in line to be shed

this exhibition is an inquisition of doors turned

access granted by lessons made available and earnestly learned !