POINT OF LIGHT

The world is diagonal
and I think on axes.

A golden gate stands afield
long after its perished empires.
“You have come from a place
we could not conceive, and you enter
our home, now changed
into something from a dream.”

I must be brave,
stand up in the debris,
be greedily myself 
in the face of a universal blur.

Fluffy!

Beginning of a new book. Not quite sure what it will end up as, but I think I'm going to start drawing scenes that make me feel happy about snow. Because there's a lot of it right now.