North Wind. (Please Enquire)

Here comes North Wind blowing through my mind, sweeping all the memories of tomorrow behind. Shutting my instincts, numbing my hair. Moon hung low at the corner so high. The branches all Pythagoras, leaves float Archimedes, space goes magenta, time breaks in ruins… crackling past my papyrus hands dried at the seams. Blinkings of stars inking in that blue, how many words have gone by, still no one has a clue? So there goes the North Wind swirling through my rhymes… giving me dreams in inverse unwind.

Size: 13″ x  16″
Media:  Mixed media. Paper cut with spaces filled in acrylic on synthetic surface
Frame Included: YES – Hand Crafted Frame part of the Artwork