a phoenix bending backward.

24 x 48 inches | acrylic on canvas

Under crushing light

A dark is honed

Down from piercing

Up into facets crystalline

Each glint a think on that thought

Sharing it you’ve long fought

For feeling is meant to be lost

Its wage ought never be warred

If up you beat yourself 

How down and kicked you become

Know it wants out too

For this reality will not stop

You are made to let it go

In the form of your own movement

Every spins its center 

An eternal, orbiting motion

Each disappearance, living’s return

Untouchable at the core

A slowed conscience learning fast

Out of patience taught well,

Nothing becomes it all

If you never see it coming,

Always, it will.