Moral victories
Ring hollow
In every context
But imagination
Ring hollow
In every context
But imagination
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown
I assure
Their voices
Are heard
I speak for them
When they cannot
Speak for themselves
No strokes go wrong
She’s always right
And so I learn
What beauty is
Water comes from Earth
Builds the land
Deposits micro canyons
I remind myself
Do not linger in the past
I need to know where I am
And look where I am going
The vivid ones
Of course
Neons and electrics
Brash and confrontational
The crazy-ass kind
I never knew existed
Never thought could exist