CERAMIC SHADOWS

Exodus, creation, holy light relevant to the eyes of cold amusement. Natural trash crumbles and is cleaned inside a ceramic bowl of ancient significance. A passport given to the command of global stamps lies isolated and in need of crossing borders. Jars containing little food remain in place and the hand instead reaches for calculated wine. Distant winter lights mark the location of humor and festival emotions passed between many nations. The body is once again caught back inside the boundaries named for the terror of a false smile. The opium of time becomes sliced into pieces of recognizable filth and that terrorized smile transforms into released laughter. Where is the smoke of dialed feet as they move through paths deep within an American idea? Meditate on the notion that traveled knowledge is felt before the mind ever reaches ocean, river or mountain. White walls and rusted furniture hold clothes in bondage, refusing to permit a sight of dawn’s brilliance. Ceramic shadows intrude upon a books cover that collects the meaning of human thought.