By Claudio Sanchez
I, head of cloud, Mind thunders distractions abstract curious sounds within and No clear’s to be had. Landscapes blurred where Colors melt between selves All contents of consciousness fall dripping on stucco and tile distinctness leaving the home Lines resigning now Form need not apply Logic left no impression on this portrait Artist mad with rain- dream come as tempest and paint over awareness dry senses now wet with faults in perception a typhoon surreal, to wash away an afternoon on a wave.
