2.17.2013 Deep in drawing it all dissolves:
my happy life,
and my anxiety,
gourmet treats,
inferior taste,
new toys,
tossing the useless,
comfort seeking,
pain management;
the mental loops that keep me

In the flow of creativity the ground receeds,
and my marks are pickaxes,
mountain climbing along an axis orthogonal to

How do I seek the summit?

I note what blooms.
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