Statement:

I have never seen anything otherwise,

but I record them as I perceive them.

And before that,

as I remember them—

perhaps a memory of objects,

a feeling, a taste, a scent, or a color.

I do not seek to change anything.

I only imagine that nothing appears in a fixed way.

There are endless horses in minds,

endless shades of blue.

I paint my own blue.

These are experiences of disregard—

the undeniable play of the mind with the obvious,

that which creates flow and focus

and brings forth new things of its own.