Titanic-living breezes blow into the loon-tide ship vessel
bringing a vessel of neon blue to the ripping wind to skeletons of Ice
Mountains of molded clay melt before a storm of hail and lightning, ushering in molded glass-bottle canvases of
Rembrandt-esque heights
Primal urges of dust and saddle packing horses swim to the eyes of complacency and change their view to the sea of change
Molten lava traces the outlines of Pandora’s nexus in a vesicle of Roman tridents which sing with the chorus of Horatio
Molten-creation manifests hypnotic-sense fascination
in an awareness of heightened parakeet fashion
~Adam Levon Brown
Eugene, Oregon, United States