Balls and holes flexed in blast.
Chains and molds filled my past.
Shapely figures turned into clay,
as life of past thrown in disarray.

Boundries and vistas filled out aged view.
As space and time blends into spring dew,
with eternal screams of exciting tones,
mixed with moments forever etched into stone.

Turn and look for visions or quests.
Just a temporary condition laid to rest.
Flexive single moves through stream.
Unwavering protective forward dream.

11-5-1999, 8-18-1999, PARC Office