Rumble Rumble. You Are Alone

He waits for something to happen for the sky to crack open.

Call to the wild a call home.
A highly choreographed dance waiting for entrance.

Flowers always made him think of the beginning.
 Two boys exploring life. Look at two to wonder if I will have.

Rumble Rumble inside
Looking up beautiful sky
Sour is the body, sour is the place that holds us together. Sour with death and lies, birth and living sour with time. Time has not been on our side. Time is not our friend.
Our land is holy and free.

Fabrications deferred dreams and hostile lovers. what else is there?  

Behind all this light. Is me.
Rumble. Rumble.
 source of my wonder, who has the answer?

shifting prospectives gives pause.
arresting pause
silent pause
peaceful pause
always at every turn shift
shift shift move

Malcolm Low
American Artist (b) 1973