Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I move all of my art around
every few weeks, the moon
slims down to a silky negligee
then grows again into a ball of energy,
traction beams lock onto my soul

these changes, these relocations
of the things that surround me
this shuffle from one wall to another
create the illusions I'm in a new place
and it soothes me like a mystical balm

to an aching forehead...have I
become a disciple of feng shui
the wind and the water of an otherwise
ordinary room, must there
always be a science to validate

a state of mind....or is it ok
to simply know something
I feel the breath of the azure dragon
on my neck, he whispers in a directed flame,
"it's time to rearrange"

Cracked me up

Go with that right feel

only way to fly Mark

Yep.