Awakened from my deepest darkened sleep, I think, and rethink should I turn over once more or invest in infinite ink.
The ringing of a bell shifts my mind back and forth from reality.
I hear him counting one, two, three as the chant of normality disgust me to move from possibility to actuality.
He is watching me now I can feel his presence, so I rise, and I fight to feel his acceptance.
My feet stay grounded, but my mind is set free to feel my hand being guided by the words I cannot see.
I foresee my body trusting this familiar voice, so I rise, and I write because certainty is my only choice.
The feeling of regret shall never pass through my extended hand because I now understand firsthand the power of a man yearning to expand.
I will demand my body to never leave my mind unmanned in a ring I did not purposely plan.
I stare down at the canvas once more knowing he is in my corner waiting to descend because tomorrow I will rise to hear that bell once again.
Numbered and signed print
11 x 14 Black (1 1/8″) Synthetic Wood Frame
White Double Mat
2 mm Glass
White Cardboard Backing