I stood in front of this canvas of love and anger.
I felt his brush strokes scratch the surface of the paper.
P u l l the fibers away, revealing its underside.
in this world defending who he is
I longed to scrawl across its face
this. is. not. fair.
I wanted to help. I wanted to join in his cause.
I watched her dance and she spoke to me.But with love
with fullness for what she had done.
I wanted to be her
The notes wash over mebut am silenced with sound.
When immersed surrounded
with such RAW
I want to inhale it
to become it
to make it
I feel their P A S S I O N
I feel it well inside me
I want to release it
h e r e
circa Feb 1998 courtesy of Wayback Machine