| MIRTH |
| There is a mirth of innocence, I to sit naked before the reflection of my computer, digital dust and braved skin sounding out inspection… to pray is to prey, well established by now: only to scan the newspapers for the victims… naked as a centipede, the delicate touch is the survival and the thousand steps… do you proceed in candor or through obligation… the centipede measures in micro sensors, these are not steps as we are arranged, these are not distances as we are global… a short excursion into Paris… the Ville has its own allure… perhaps a journey into the “10 possibilities”… all impossible of course, served in music conducted through transcendence… there is no “real” connection… beyond the naked innocence of being… return to the night vigil of the cat raccoon… all dance and Paris…
Randy Naylor |