how far can a mind turn inward on itself

before something truly is lost

that special mysterious layer

that's wild.

the wilderness is not wild.

there is something among the things of this place that are

we are one of these things.

i ve been roaming now for twenty five years

to find.

to be an artist is not what it used to be,

but any day we are free to walk away from ourselves

to get out of our own way