Sanctuary in Chaos i don’t even knowmy opening mind full of tambourine noiseit keeps following themagic of the foldnot knowing of wanderingeffortless actionjingling jingles jinglingtangling up in thepurity of thedangerous daunting deceivingbeauty of the rolling wheel 44 running to the brushesrunning to the paintsurviving within my own 44 scarcely a trace leftit will be alrightiContinue reading “Sanctuary in Chaos”