Steel, stone and sand
A land where no one
And no thing
Lingers long
A land to be
Traversed
A land where no one
And no thing
Lingers long
A land to be
Traversed
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown
In the desert
I strip myself
Bare of conceit
Bare of ego
I only hope
That when others come upon them
They see what I see
Something beautiful
Necessary
With good-natured purpose
Yet over time,
This brush and paint
Create a land
Of uncommon beauty
Strips my
Being
Away
Presence
Without
Ego
The line is just a moment in time
Created over time
And this moment
Is simply a snapshot