Up along the Cedar Tree I whirl
Clouds are my eyes
You are Sun heating me high
I cannot be anything but moved
Even in the cold darkness of slumber
You come eventually rising up over my horizon
And my song whispers up along your branches
Unheard through the vacuum of space
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I’m the creator and operator of this little corner of the internets, writing on all things related to art and more specifically my experiences trying to figure this whole thing out. I guess I’m trying to figure out life, too, but mostly I just post about art here.
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