Let There Be A Heaven So That

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

I Wonder If The Artist Ever Lives His Life--he Is So Busy Recreating It.