and so to bed, webmaster

Fragrant Florentine lilies, rose scented as a morning blossom, blue slowing harmonizing into violet

with its screeching emotional gap, tubular, cubic, three dimensional in its vorticism,

watercolors fresh on scrolls of papyrus talking of distant reeds, symbolic in their new life meant for the reader who’s decoding signs in which he’s reading what can be projected of himself, an upturned mirror for our times

a close up of sculptured friable mud

a never-ending video with minimalist music in the back-ground

a magnified reality with its hidden micro-dioramas

paths intersecting entwining distancing

paths cubes threads stones crevices to smoothed sand in rotating universes, the marvel of the skies, and earth, and desert, and river, and asphalted ways to new rooms enlightened by the awareness of a conscious dream, thus made tangible.