A montage of in-sequential moments revisited.

In the liberation of shadows

minds walk,

the horseshoe gallops

across the fields

where the Raven's eye

looking through a lens

sees kaleidoscope dreams

descend on heart beats

that echo in a flurry

on a unicorn.

Upon the sea

of liquid gold,

across the lands

of naked loins

inside the Pagan's circle;

whispers, spells, chants roar,

the clock strikes twelve

a first breath is born.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Tarantino would love this one.....

with his non-linear directing....

[andrew mitchell]

haha J, maybe he would. Thank you for dropping in J.