OK? In answer to a question:
What does a mature artist say?
Imagine
Imagined
So, if I shared my hearts desire
First, I would have to KNOW what that might be.
I secretly envisioned myself working with sounds
And visual clues
Not telling a whole story.
Usually, I just work to see what it has to tell me
Exactly what is that hearts desire?
I have a burning desire to use words
But, the habit of not editing myself
Before I think through something
Gets me into tremendous trouble
Sometimes.
I need to warn people who come across
This path of mine
That I never mean any harm
It is all just an experiment
I do not think life is really real, anyways.
I think about this a lot.
An illusion of reality is the reality
I wonder and wander, amazed at this world my mind creates
I am the mind of God (and so are you)
In this sense, that this is just a dream, of sorts.
Now, it is all about birds
Everywhere I turn
It is all about birds
This is all I can see or hear or notice
So, I ask myself
Just what is it about birds?
What do I have to say or not say
About birds?
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