My life is a mosaic.
Spray painted on barns
scratched into chairs
and etched into Aspen tree’s
It is painted in the back drop of Midwest cities
and contrasted by Rocky Mountains
like polished ivory on a crisp December day
It’s viewable only from space.
On earth I’m only a fuzzy outline of a man
Blurred like sasquatch
Walking through an urban jungle
Singing a country tune
Moon walking through bustling streets
Motionless from the waste up.
I am focused only in context and contrast
Shifting like sand
Forming ying yangs on the ground.
Feng shui in my soul
I am montage of my own dreams.