A blessed burden, the trinkets I’ve taken.
My eyeballs’ collection; has my soul shapen.
Our art & history…our nature & crafts.
Above & below worlds of viewable shafts.
These billion points of light, absorbed in our course.
Those that linger, pierce thru our souls to their source.
There’s Art for everyone & there’s Art right now.
There’s human behavior & tons of know-how.
Ritual baked into birth…& into death.
We are the stories read & lived upon breath.

