on a faded map – print
a wicked day unravels at the seams / preferring to possess no quality at all, / a mist that crosses light like time & / leaves pennies on the doorstep- / i'm thinking of you. core's dust on the thread. / love means to be, no less / to sweep coolly forward the full is of being. unfold a faded map, a century of ancient gold, / the pageantry of vineyards & how / godly we hold their ache to rot. / quietly required to rent a rat- / infested patch on a tattered quilt, / a land in its own shadow, / patron saints of sins of self / descend into sense again, / rubble for worlds of it. / talent's a trade secret, / effort's in the bones. / pillars of salt at the bottom of the sea. / off we go // is to be.
.: 100% cotton fabric canvas
.: poplar wood frame, black finish