Where, exactly, were we going? Excuse me, please. I just forgot! My mind was elsewhere. My elsewhere mind was otherwise occupied. Please cut elsewhere but my mind. My mind is mine and wholly suited to myself, my selfish, my selfless and my higher and lesser selves. Excuse me, please!
Cutting Edge
Blades and eyes and orbs and unfolding rolls of cosmic fabric…
Freeform, free‐floating, anthropomorphic entities coming together for the space of a moment… to continue, each her journey, as the moment passes. Curvilinear human symmetry on spatially liberated forms…
Did anyone see the slight elder lady who came this way only yesterday? She knows a way.
She has a gift with numbers… she reads your destiny in tea leaves, in coffee grounds, in the lines of the hand… she reads the unseen world of self as if it were fully manifest…
The cutting edge of reason… The edgy cut of suit fabric… The fabricated well suited reasonable form of cutting edge advancement..We’re living on the edge. Place a wedge. Dredge the lake. Fake a wake. Praise the dying. Stop lying. Stop crying. Stay the way.
Life’s strife is. Forever give! Love is!