There is a wind that blew by me today showing me who I was and who I am. Resting only on the shoulders of yesterday but walking with today’s beauty. If I were to dance with the devil and I have; what would I find now. One moment I can add to my shoulders weight, while my spine buckles and bends. Soon breaking I am broken with my lack of structure. I paste and cement what I can as I walk with this unknown. Embracing only a trace of substance in my Art. My inductions in strength are chemically enhanced by modern medicine for my health. I exist and embrace only when I trust.
How can I? Will I? We can’t be steeped in wasted moments pouring forth; it becomes a rusting of our spirits. I run just one step in front of the wind, wondering when it catches me, how hard I will fall.
