A L E K S E Y

I've shed the dead fecal skin of previous incarnation to manifest twenty-four vertical feet of solid gold gates reaching up to a promise that can be simply fulfilled. I am the Eye!! I melt rocks and I breath wind! I lay like a silent pause in the palm of the mechanical hand. In my silence the volumes of time and space crush the subconscious fears of my many children. I am nothing at all. I am the sick decaying carrion vanishing into the maws of vultures. I will face the stars or the abyss but not nothing at all. I want to fight a bear and lose. I begin everything but in the end only i do.