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    In the time of now   
south garden
we all think to be ourselve
            then like all the ones before
    for sure a thought 
awakens new dreams of hope
            nope      
    or        not like a rope dangling    
        off the limb of an old oak
    fate finds fear in the heart
like rot or a fungus can start
   if weakness prevails.


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fire gnome Entrance Poem to Trails 81 installation art exhibition at Ed Video
[written August 1981]
*[some added lines done in October 2003]

Plastic trails, mostly of cast off wrappers or labels.

To contain something of value we wrap it in plastic
[to keep the air and dirt out]

consequently the art trail is covered in plastic.

some protective
some just left behind
some creative
some a waste of time

We all must choose what to believe in
what to wrap for our trails
what to tap for quick sales
we all miust choose where to begin.
*and when

Time is only an excuse not to do something
like -clean up
-explain
-listen to the rain
-help again
Time is only an excuse to leave garbage along the trail.

Curiously following the plastic
wondering
wandering
I can see through the plastic but not clearly,
without a label in a universal tongue,
*this could be
Pandora's box or old rotting sox
who can say without removing the plastic
*today... though that so often seems drastic
*and... I try not to be spastic with a knife in my hand.

She came she saw she devoured.
that same old scene on the trail
even in plastic it may go stale
that same old scene following art
using plastic to keep it apart
She came she saw she cowered.

time and time again
the illusion
plastic confusion
diffuses the art
the State
ment to map the trail
then filled its jails
with lost followers
painted the landscape black
for Detroit's sculptures
kenetic
painted steel
as real as the moon and sun
more fun than plastic wrap
one just for you
in whatever colour you choose
*as long as its in our scheme
*we will satisfy your dream

time is only an excuse to drive faster
creating smoother trails
being picked up in a pail
time is only an excuse not to see
disasterously obscure reality.
*time is only an excuse


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