When you awake, shall you find the answer to fate?
in the sorry patches of bristling murder bushes.
When you scratch your self in the tangled thorns of hate,
water the patches, with some red liquid waste.
Will this happen when you awake?
Or, on waking will the sun dawn
Enlighten your eye to a mourn!
Will this cry defray you?
In the night past, while you slept...
"Was it real or a dream in the night?"
Did its mare chase you off the abyss?
This cry of morning scared you awake-was it the mare of the night?
Crying its failure at your escape...
off the abyss to awakening?
Now what of those murder bushes?
shall they break your fall?
Scrape you all down to ground?
when you awake-these bushes now grown into trees
fleshy and sweet
to be plucked
There - those bushes
bristling in the cry of a dawn
well fed from your fall you see
your ground packed about their thorny roots
well watered yes!
with red liquid waste
the risky slitted waste of hated fate
well watered and grown tall
the mare mourns down abyss a thorny patchy trees...where,
apples hang unplucked though ripe
he mourns a poor castration
there you lay asleep -- with nightmares chasing
towards a new morn
The dawning morn of fate
there the abyss awaits deep in its past visitations
it's iris of trees grown deep dense and impenetrable
there! the mare mourning, Murder!
it's a poor castration!
there you awake to the morn.
Deep in bristling contemplation.
This painting, Mare Morning, 12/11/2020 is Approx 5' by 6' . It is mounted on a black backing for the photography.
The Galley price of Mare Morning, is $60,000.00
My finished work is trimmed and mounted on black canvas in a box frame