A pale human rises
	A splattering of red paint fills the gap. Thick black lines hold the chasm within the charge of a greater force. A pale human rises from the paint. The form is amorphic. A quiet glow silently emerges from this not yet realized being. And a chiffon of mist, offering charity, robes this raw being. The direction has yet to be chosen. And the form to solidify. But, hark – a faint melody arises’ in this twilight of becoming. A delicate walk begins on hesitant feet.
	December 21, 2009