2.16.24
just as Purity is a kind gadfly,
the needle prods me to remember why
permanence is still transient for now
though black is sown and deep is the plow
winding and piercing, the mellow ink sings
and They become the vibrato of wings
discreet and wordless, two icons unite
as One from Mother and Father takes flight
fissures and fire shape topography
and sweet life stems from what was once debris
both skin and spirit must repair trauma
earth will renew with flora and fauna
welcome in now the Year of the Dragon
recall lessons taught by Phoenix, ashen
this is the month when plum blossoms waken
so honor all you may have forsaken
evade unbecoming burns and craters
guard the Genius from idle spectators
blend in proportion the figure and ground
‘Art’ will emerge and the ‘Self’ will rebound
