



You paint your eyes with infinity
I am becoming a tree
The age difference visible for all to see.
Finite wood struggles in the human heart
Radiating rings enclose the wooden heart
Flowers of infinity bloom
Night falls as it must.
You paint your eyes with springtime at midnight beneath the radiating moon
Flowers of infinity bloom.
I aim for the centre of the human heart
For I am now a tree
For now I am a tree
The age difference visible for all to see.
I went to bed with one sock on.
Walt Whitman decided to bury the sparrow.
A suggestion of Janus, before & forever following
the ignition of neural pathways.
A suggestion of Raven dipping her beak
in the soldered inkwell
casting a spell, perhaps.
Been drinking coffee like a chain smoker
this moment crashes into the next.
9″ X 12″ works on watercolour paper from 2021. I’m not sure why the whales (in groupings of three) are looking at the iconographic images (on a shroud?) within eggs or stones. I discovered about thirty blueish smaller paintings on paper I did during the second lockdown.