From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy (Available Now)
Leave her be.
ever wake a mental giant.
If you think one can’t dream without eyes closed— Look Again.
If you think she is before you and not off away deep in thought—
Her eyes are barely hanging on her own weaving words while her mind is painting structures in clouds high with
Her introspection draws a melody with a violet and vivid glisten,
Her wheels are rapidly turning,
She stands in place to listen.
Leave her be. Her ungrounded earth is filled with patterns foreign
to you and me.
Her eyes are not parallel to this globe’s green static lins—
at first glance her thoughts are beneath it…
but when you stop and
Look Again: Her mind is Clearly Above It.
Painted by Juliette Caron
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