by Robert Lescatre
poetical thoughts
pressed between
sweet somnolence and
competing with potential energy
conservation vs. exploration
does this get accomplished
while my last sunday of the
year slips away
already at pace for pistols
sometimes abound
and bind beauty to pieces
not picked up so much as acquired
like diametrics in your soul
so Descartes can't be discarded
but like many things
time changes truths
along with everything else
in our tiny tour
one, two, three, four
"the wanderer" by James Gagnon (22x15in. drywall. acrylic, ink, charcoal, crayon.)
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