drawing molten skies of the soul;
an inside out inverse reversal,
concave illusions and convex truth,
a montage of world, and cosmic nebulas.
healing the cracks, seeking the boundaries
& the lines which separate self and art,
& there's blood & there's sweat,
& there's tears & there's smoke
& there's the artist as the invisible lover
casting reflections of a hand
spinning all into an orb...
& with a soft breathe on the glass
stretching the curves smooth...
bending with the flame
as if it were the tao river.