33: Exhibit

The milky way marks the easel where

God sat down

to paint this canvas, struck

in a fit of inspiration and a child's perfection

of technique - with a moment; he

cast glitter on black and set a circle on fire.

The black was rest and peace, voyage; the fire was

heat and white, hardship. Between these two

forces lay every color with shape, and each shape with color. Everything

was an expression of the body of the work,

the body of the earth. Nothing

on the canvas owned the painting.

The painting owned none of its colors. They ran and formed their own way.

It was all the same thing, black and white, clear and known,

started with glitter,

heat,

and a child

dreaming of the perfect place to play,

a magical garden,

an Eden with silent difference, then

red red apples