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
God-Glance
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.}
ALYSON KHAN [blog] 