mcclintock

An Artist's Death Eyes closed, what must you be seeing now, beyond our seeing? I think that other place called home.
	Tienamen Square Gutters streaming warm rain. Blood flowed as easily one other June: the storms the earth forgets.
Sierra Hawks Sustained by the world's breath, the given sunlit air. Trust as the hawk, the desert will provide.
	Swimming the Time-Stream I swim in pleasant sleep time's curving, empty way--- it's always there, and always knows my name. Your soul, too, dreamt as mine, reposed by that river where mind to mind is drawn to drink of time.