Earthly Interference
The mind is an unforgettable red place
For dictions of Spring
For the rigid dreams of youth
That comes to fruition
Years after, with great sacrifice
I am to loving art as
The sky is to the rain
I carry it in my heart
But it only runs through me
In a downpour of my festive passion
In cycles of my famine and desert
The mind is an unforgettable red place
For faces I collected along the way
For intimacy never truly won
Only intimations of what might have been
This flickering hood of flame
Reads for the shootout to theory and practice
All that stood between us…
Wuji Seshat 