lift me up thru th floor (original painting)
25 X 39 acrylic, gold paint, and correction pen on reclaimed panel.
scrape th mud off yer boots, you heathens, we’re going classy with this one.
hand in hand in hand
BLK on BLK on BLK
illumination pulses stretching shadows shrink
their clock is stop
their sky now slippd
their black cat scream
golden flakes quaking
flashing holes in th BLK BLK BLK
th air is a dance
as a circle becomes One
O = I
an audience member to th ritual
is a practioner in control
down across th up to meet th dawn
th mirror reflection must be read backward
th circle spins thrice to begin it
candles gutter in th swollen terror of possibility
a way is found !
a way is found !!
a way is found !!!
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