I see life, living, people who’ve lived.

Weather, trees and birds playing from one to another.

I don’t see wine, I don’t see full glasses.

Love and appreciation, study of Now.

Walking, no sound, no demands but the music of nothing.

Not simplicity, not biology, but sight.  Game with sky.

Sleep and wake.  Dualistic erotic.  Color, shapes, truth hue.

9/7/20