Jeffree Skewes - Down to the river

now at last

nothing goes past

clear views rob

any doubt cast

your spectacular dawn

more than reminds

there's only one present

no glib tallies

so fortunate an art

nothing stands still

this quill pushes

into dry paper an umbrella

worn rather than carried

misfitting overused

curated chatter we

once were warriors

left now behind

shores over there

who cares

how many shadows

slipped through fingers

unable to hold snow

or reveal meaning

it's all pose

a little something

danced late into the night

retrieved imago

a still nostalgia

when the thirst is final

and wine becomes music

we go down

to the river

image: I am suite 2/3, synthetic polymer paint, desert sand, ash on stretched canvas JS