Figures reclining upon empty walls
Structures forgotten long ago
In your hands a singled scrawl
Pieces of life that went wrong.
Endless sketches and deserted lands
No fully done and serene
Inmortal forefathers fought for Dixielands
Producing systematic signs and strong men.
Images composed at times to recreate
Eternal passages and threads of one's life
Wrinkled memories cut as with a knife
To bring us always through the mist of time.