Far from Torn
my mess comforts me
i know i have filled the room with intent...attempt
at least I embrace my mistakes
course mostly trash waiting till I purge my space
but every articulation runs its course, no waste
eventually needing sensoring...and as i edit i warm
saying no to something presently means
i am living presently and working presentfully
this mess looks of one who has something to say
and even if i don't
i love the action more than the idea
drowning the room against an ideal to be trashed
to be insulation made of getting it wrong from getting it right
my mistakes validate me
Failer means i tried,
crumpling means i started,
so,
i can allow the wrongs to be heaped...while...
writing tools know their place and so too the fresh paper
if my world could edit, i'd get tired of it
wait what was I gonna Right??
Acrylics in frantic strokes layering questions round
Photo by Caroline Näslund. Words by Will Gilliespie.
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