Monday, October 19, 2015

Perspective

A photo, a drawing, a story, perspective.
Glass half empty, half full, it is just point of view.
The prime disconnect from our work to incentive.
God forbid, give them bisque when they ask you for stew.
They teach us to compete, but progress is collective.
Followers will say, “weird,” avante gardes will say, “cool.”
An image superficial, a vision reflection.
A kings throne, and a pile of shit are just stool.
In the space between terra and dreams is inception.

The blind only see rocks where the prophet sees jewels.