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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3637 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Picasso Dream Zephyr In a Picasso dream, spiral stairs climb to distant milky galaxies, descend into the outstretched arms of Beelzebub. I hold a handful of peculiar bones, turn them over, listen to their empty rattle. Undaunted I try again as flesh fades to shades of purple and blues, tinted nightmares wrapped around the neck of nirvana's skeletal remains. I labour to put flesh on bones of love. A door in my heart swings wide open; old wounds are cauterised with spirit's fire, the artist loves creation, as a sacred sphere |
