morning stretch downhill
morning stretch downhill and it’s thirsty counterpart back in evening. rocking to sleep, hypnotizing — back and forth –
gentle, gentile…
siphoning through in ordered chaos, thrusting forward and inward. beauty found in the home of nest — self, face turned; avoiding; unseen.
mounding efforts in endless space — the studio expands itself to walls of rock, lost streams in tunnels and mounds of steal.
studio expands as art narrows, life passes and memory fades.
shadows become long with chill. the hum, more silent; beat less rhythmic; yet the morning stretch downhill remains the same.