In Media Res

You have to start somewhere

Look.

See what is said -

and hear how it appears.

Clothes pressed against skin,

beads of tears fall upon wayward smiles.

You see the ages intertwined.

Contrast on canvass gives sight to the mind.

Heroes of time -

have come and gone.

Yet they always seem to remain.

Looking back, they have done the same.

In the middle of things,

to be stricken is to be norm.

In the middle of things,

to be turmoiled is to be born.