Dust

A beautiful glorious Rainbow
 . . . fears I'm pressing.

Walk then, perfect sleep in sculpture, 

Deep, Grace must see your dull rhythm.

Suffer patience, young master.
Peace is music that will never know damage.

Observe your harmony here,

Life's electric daughter is around you.

Her dirty little sleep appeared free,

captured an original symbol, reversed the Self.

Luscious memories abscond to a bed of grain.

Sensing water and life Energy,

They follow progress - Dazzle, Discover, Give.

Model can lick a grand River!

Dust death, a dry drink.
Freedom, to paint impulsively,

for show.

with 'Brooklyn Suicide', 7/27/06, 11, 12, 13

Part I, Part II

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