…. Laid low, laid out like soulmates never meant to meet in this life, in the spectrum of folly and limitation. A painting layered, re-mastered, re-mused and then, burned by neglect. Miniature moment of perfection, condensed to hold a legacy in swirling matter, hard and glittering. Fractures as long as a walkway stretching the borders … Continue reading Walkways – the poem – part 4 of 16