painted wood assemblage

I am ready for direct current
Rip through me
Blast past my boundaries
Leap over the blurry edge
Pull me over the well-defined
Edge of the abyss

And I will land
I know not where

Quick, gather the fragments
Pieces of the vision
Have pierced through
Sharp breath
Capture in scraps, paint and glue

{This post is the 5th in a series of writings inspired by the titles of my most recent wood assemblages.}


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