This painting was made
according to a quote
that I thought of.

“You're crazy,” he said
“Of course,” she replied.
“Isn't that what life's all about... being crazy.”

C.R.

IGNORANCE

Trapped in the minds protective cocoon
baring the weight of the imposing darkness
The inward flight from icons of unfulfillment.
The loss of identity nurturing the
birth of anxiety.
A futile attempt to dismiss that which
restrains it.
The perpetual & self inflicted disempowerment of one
ignorance upon ignorance from an abused
soul.
The handicapped unexploited prodigy.
The one is the whole.
Existence is perception, perceived by
the majority,
No time for a dialectic.
Bearing the fetus of failed generations.
This perception has been tainted and
festers with disease.
Only upon Arrarat do I await.
The second coming of the rains
The darkness is within.

J.L.