Shades of red velvet drape heavily in the midnight hour swaying back and forth from immense stillness. Silken strands of loose carelessness cling to the night sky magnifying their existence. Shapeless bodies hover like sheep over a field of fresh grass leaving little room for realizations or transformations. Standing alone on a vacant street lingers the presence of an exquisite being who bares such answers that have long ago been. All such things that were passed should be seen for the giving of a hand can be full when at first glance seems empty.
August 26, 1999