I come into a world fuzzy with
the heady scent of illuminated images.
I'm breathing in a land of loose
definition, a land where colors
surround me, fill me, drive deep
into orifices once blackened
with the soot of a charcoal existence.
Coming out of the roses
and I'm new, renewed, infused
with a blurred vision that will
come to dull focus only when I
decide to leave this field.
