Eons of Bold Diminished Confidence

IN MY NIGHTTIME DREAMS I LEAP HIGHER THAN CLOUDS

GALLIVANTING AMONG THE STARS, NIGHT’S CLOAK GIVES ME FREEDOM

TO HANDLE MY LIPS AND TONGUE IN MY OWN WAY.

TINY SPECKS OF MY VOICE FILL THE COSMOS.

MY SPEECH GLOWS LIKE THE SUN.

HIGHEST THINGS, MY WORDS.

I DROP INTO MY BODY AS DAY

BREAKS AND SO DO I.

NOW MY LIPS TURN TO STONE.

MY TONGUE MELTS.

HAMMERING HEART SPANKS MY VOICE TO A LITTLE NOTHING.

SPEECH EVAPORATES.

SHIPWRECKED UNTIL DARKNESS TAKES ME BACK.

Acrylic on Canvas

24” x 24” Square

$1,750