by Matthew Shenodait is not enough to lament to acquiesce to the bordered divisions of country only once in a person's life can the sun become perfectly whole imbedded at the nape reminiscent of home all other moments are those of simple humanity cacophonous tapestries of sun & cloud, sea & river for a wanderer to savor for an artist to breathe here in this scorching sun a signal towards life beyond a road sign or a finely finished chair beyond the temple of a windstorm inside the gliding stone of remembrance beyond a box of ivory or wood despite cowry adornment a lover stands bare in this desert facing her lover offering only the sweat from the small of her back
