Preferences

I prefer esoteric goals, psychological complexes,
Improbability and pastels, foggy mystical forests,
A heavy veneer of fresh snow
covering every single thing in sight …
I love Joyce Carol Oates for her emotional depth
Weaving generations of history into a personality
Love those minimalist Zen paintings drawn
In a few simple strokes from a quill pen
Dipped into the bloody heart of all things …

You may see me shooting my frail arrows
At the stern walls of heaven up in the sky
Or straight into the furnace of the sun -
The Thing I have now become
Yearns to see the Face of God
And simply refuses to wait …