Form
Conceptually I take
My life
Pull it thru
Noise of existence
Dragging over
Nails hammered
Into walls
Of perception
Third dimension
Squeezed in just one
That lasts
In blink of eye
My life is a
Form of art
That past
Copies into presence
Frame by frame
In slow motion
Taken in
Hyper color
Full high density
Turbo charged
Over single peace
Of magnifying glass
That I look true
In that
Picture frame
Is everything
That I need
To complete
Another turn
Of existence
That competes
With emptiness
And void
Of empty
Weightless space
In which
Above my head
Pendulum hangs
That in every
His move
Judging my
Existence
Just a dot
On paper