Wed, 09/30/2015 - 13:21 -- M Cubed

My doodles have moved from pictures to words,

Evolution of expression -

Is fragmented language easier to understand than scratchy images?

Naturally we move from one thing to another,

Change comes and goes in the face of stagnation,

That which easily poisons the mind behind creation.

Struggle to find meaning for no reason,

Find patterns where there are none.

Superimpose ideal realities onto the world

So the original can only be seen through a lightbox -

Trace the lines,

Carefully, slowly,

Follow expectations, no surprises

Except for the tiny little moments that the hidden truth peeks through.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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