dance

into the sequence of time
in the sequence of paintings
the ones in the wings
forever,
for a reason
only they
could know, they
step forward and then
the dance
begins
again

what's it like when somebody likes your children?
it must be strange from the outside to
find someone nurturing inanimate objects...

are they a bit like ghosts? P.B.

responce:
not ghosts but ephemera materialized
or the multiplexed layers of being captured
yeah maybe thats like a ghost S.D.