Painted

speech reaches out,            Defines a voice,

Makes energy possible.

Forces in the terrible

HEART of all connection

rise on the flood of brush

in the tide of the INK.

The unconscious motif

of MAN is guided by his

small motor Genius,

more powerful than

Weapons. From

Eye level to Paper

he moves molecules

that transduce the

world’s movements.

 

WHEN the Great Wall

FELL

the

crowned

mobility

of the

spirit

rushed on through

by wheel, by cart,

by heaven’s horses.

 

By the same

flicked finger

of fateful motorcycle

junkie that roams

the earth today,

our city gates are

B R O K E N.

 

The light

grows darker

by the hours, by the

heart beats, by the

BLINKS OF THE EYE.

 

WE AS A WORLD

WE AS ONE WORLD

MUST DECIDE WHAT FREEDOM IS WHILE THERE’S STILL CHOICE AND A CHANCE.

 

A QUERULOUS age has begun

in the heart of our times.

Those tired of war can now come out

to argue with impunity. The able

haptic eye

of the globe

is switched

ON

FOREVER

and though it

never blinks the painterly

hand is quickened BY

The WAY YOU WANT

TO SEE, the things you

WANT TO TOUCH and

the PAIN you no longer

WANT TO FEEL.

 

Decide who we are

And how MANY,

Then Work Together

AND MAKE THOSE NUMBERS

COUNT.

 

These are just the

rantings of another

human being who

happens to

PAINT.

 

*The hexagram pictured is also known as Darkening of the Light , the Painting-Poem was divined from the hexagram.

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