Ghost Cannon

Ghost Cannon

Where do our ideas come from?

The nexus for this concept is interpreted here through painting, music, and poem.

Etchings on the ear from a source beyond the seer,

Grasp the light tear or watch it dance and fade ether,

Zones of zen erase the morning hen scurrying ’round for seed,

We’ve got rent to place the boring face hurrying pounds for needs,

Scratch the canvas to a land vast and unwieldy,

Hatch the chick please no pricks when you yield me,

Do I follow the ghost or play tender host in a heart unfamiliar?

Filial ties the ship afloat when we realize the true tambour


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