A CALL ON THE PHONE FROM A FRIEND

TELLING OF MOMENTS OF TRUTH

TO DO IT NOW OR PUT AWAY

TILL LATER?

THE AMOUNT OF LOSS IN POTTING DEADENS

THE SENSE OF CREATION.

ONE HAS 80 MUCH TO SAY

THAT

TO SEE IT LYING IN BITS AND PIECES

BREAKS THE HEART.

KILLS THE JOY.

CAN ONE DO IT AGAIN?

AND AGAIN ?

AND AGAIN ?

DOES THE STORY CHANGE WITH EACH TELLING,

SHOULD ONE LEARN FROM THIS AND THAT,

CONTINUE ON?

THE THING TO BE SAID, IN SHAPE, COLOUR, TEXTURE, RISE AND FALL
OF LINE

SOARING FLIGHT.

THE PULL AWAY OF CLAY AGAINST

THE DESIRE.

THE FEAR OF FLAME, OF SEARING GASES, EAGER TO FEED
UPON BODY, GLAZES' CONTENT.

CREATING, TELLING THE NEW, RECREATING THE OLD,

THE THING SAD

COMING OUT IN FULL TRUTH?

POSSIBLY,

NEEDING MORE THOUGHT, CARE COSSETING, MORE OF THE KNOWING
OF THINGS PLASTIC?

POSSIBLY,

TO TALK WITH FRIENDS REGARDING HEARTS' DESIRE
SUSTAIN THE THOUGHT.

TO CLARIFY,

TO BE OF HELP, WHEN NEEDED, GIVING ALL

NOT IDLY PASSING OR ARROGANT STARE,

INTEREST SHOWN, REGARD FOR DESIRE,

DISCUSSING MOVEMENTS, DREAMS, FANCIES, THINGS OF AIR