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PRISM

 

 

/ an anger warmed over /

my favorite time waste ritual

proceeds as normal

thanking me again for the chance

to prove its useful absurdity

driving you away in a big V8

& sore

I sweep up the shattered mirror

of ourselves

reflecting trauma invisible accreting

\ w

parallax view

beaded on the now string of moment flow

calm thru dark antimatter neutral regions

monitoring my bleed in transmission speed out

among spent interstellar pain

 

&

I

turn true to you –

help me seal

the raging gaps

 

 

opyright 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About a. edward watkins

With the exception of 2 years study of western music theory and harmony- I am a self taught percussionist, writer and abstract painter. Not your drummer boy drummer - not your writerly writer nor the painterly painter. Creativity is an integral aspect of my existence - as it is for us all - in some form or another. My experiences in life have informed and shaped my world view profoundly. I am the disrupter - the never quite satisfied - the relentless creator of word, sound and image. I question the answers and question the questions.

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