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Monday July 23rd 2012, 1:31 amA mixed bag of pieces. On the front there will be a desert of ruins in cold azure, as the very dryness of the earth splits open into a pie shape of molten sparks against a dead black sky. The goddess is above this appearing to be larger than the world, gesturing for all to hush. On the other side, bones and death and dirt. Soon flowered life will rise up from this base, growing from the deep brownish greens of mossy scalps of skulls. Hollow eye sockets of the once living still seem to stare in mocking silence, yearning for a life now denied. The soiled remains act as fertilizer for a re-imagining of a new time, the grey transforming into the bright colors of spring’s abundance, radiating rainbow waves up to the burgeoning vast rich blue sky. Here, the goddess now grounded, raises her arms as if in honor to the transition.
The Second Stage Of The Sword
July 22nd 2012
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