Matt

I love. I am a translator of "real" into abstract visual poetry. There are no limits excepted, except the forsaken. Dreams of contradicting desires.. of a collective co-inspired creation quest.. one belief only inspired to the enough to think upon a treasure chest of age comming freedom to take share blind company throung the endless sand blown wind and mindless wonder amazement for everlast erosion reclaimed for sigh briddled open embrace...I see rivers, oceans, water, salt, microscopic organisms, movement downward to the depths; canyon walls at the bottom of the ocean. I can dive down with weighted boots, but I see nothing recognizable. Have I climbed that underwater peak in my life above the waves? Where the wind blows billows of snowy powder, where the the snow covers rocks and freezes everything, and where you can not escape the force of the wind. Under water it is different. There is no wind, ocean currents, a different kind of force that I cannot brace myself against. The seaweed greets me at the surface. The surface of the earth reflects light from a lone star, while billions upon unfathomable billions try their hardest to reach my weary eyes. I have swam for miles. Ages after waking cast up on the beach I rolled in with the waves.