Once emerging from loneliness
the poet has taken the hand
offered by a contemp artist
human being and fighting spirit for
all suppressed human beings
on the verge of extinction.
Dulled are times before and even
of past Muses conceding to the
poet’s gait of moving forward into
the land of extreme differences.
An interpretation that’ll split up his
inner world of extreme solitude
where he found reflections of his
but also counteractions of a devil’s
When artistic intuitions recline and
fade into the milky atmosphere
of a known rapid passing landscape
he’ll take memo-shots with his mind’s
for later rework of the images from
a trip to new frontiers of feelings.
Like dough kneaded by his body’s
resistance for anything different
compared to sacred images of Anne
Muse of one in a lifetime love.
Is this a concluding protest of the straw
that rises up man high
before the flames of an all-consuming
flash-fire take it down and
in spite its rising white smoke density
it slowly diminishes
between coats of blue lacquer
upon the broad canvas of the skies?