The Menagerie of Fictitious Longings

The Menagerie of Fictitious Longings

 

Your Song

Do you know how long my heart has been singing it?

 

Everything grows into its own longing.

 

DREAM.

 

Time is the only song to cure wanting.

 

There is no randomness in amazement.

Somehow the flow of light

always remains

regardless of what I happen to do.

 

 

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Handmade book: Green Animals Topiary brochure, watercolor, ink, Distress crayons, stickers, found poetry

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