an artist/puppeteer/fire twirler/figure skater/musical saw player/chauffeur/Rumi reader/rollergirl/seamstress/mermaid asking unanswerable questions about creativity
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
interlude (still cont'd)
On foot I had to walk through the solar systems, before I found the first thread of my red dress. Already, I sense myself. Somewhere in space hangs my heart, sparks fly from it, shaking the air, to other reckless hearts.