Outcropping Of Lines 0
Repetition upon repetition. Lines upon lines. And once again.
Repetition upon repetition. Lines upon lines. And once again.
Peekaboo. I see you.
They circle overhead with ominous portent.
Its stare is startled, mirrored in the goldfishes’ flashing tails.
The flock of birds fly swiftly past to unknown destinations.
It’s unripe potential promises great riches to those with patience and the knowledge of transformation.
The building deceptively curves, wrapping and concealing what lies behind.
The undulating curves are sensuous and seductive.
It is strangely beautiful: stark rock, cold water, and wide-open sky.