I find your work on yourself fantastic and remarkable, and to have shared it with us, presenting the results on magnificent canvases, is all the more difficult.
I have a deep feeling that our process of liberation has a form of common similarity.
This shadow you feel, should it all be real, has been your incarceration for long enough standing
But you should remember merely to breathe, and let those tears proceed to sharpen your sight,
This I do mean for your tears have cleared your scope such as to grant you so exponentially more
Of the Fields of the Lord, that your clairvoyance has rendered you elevated and soaring
Above the rest of us
This dilapidation of which you are so convinced, you would not leave if the door stood open before
You, would not condemn it for all the ecstasy in the world, it has taught you too much
And that storefront to the World in Love looks now like so much thin ice
I ask you don’t turn from the awaiting course, learn to swim in these unfriendly tides until the
Odd New Romance of this Fallen Atmosphere meets your hands and raises your wearisome weight
Be patient and be glad this Romance is Real and it pines for you, already