What is real?

November 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

What is real?
Father is made of limestone. Mother is a feather shifting in the wind. Water is lead made fluid. An echo isn’t always a sound, and a memory might be a lie.
Understand? Once more…
What is real?

Father is made of limestone. Mother is a feather shifting in the wind. Water is lead made fluid. An echo isn’t always a sound, and a memory might be a lie.

Understand? Once more…

What is real?

Father was a quarry man. Mother is a bird woman. Water is a lake and a tackle box. I am an echo, and my memory is fading.

Understand? Once more…

What is real?

Father was a quarry man. Mother is a bird woman. Water is a lake and a tackle box. I am an echo, and my memory is fading.

Understand? Once more…

What is real?

Father was the ground. Mother is the sky. Water is between. An echo is between, and a memory is nothing.

Understand? No, not yet. Once more…

What is real?

Father was the ground. Mother is the sky. Water is between. An echo is between, and a memory is nothing.

Understand? No, not yet. Once more…

What is real?

Father was a quarry man mining the earth for its limestone. Mother was a bird woman breeding pigeons for their red feathers turned white. Water is a lake and a tackle box filled with lead weights. I am an echo of my father who is an echo of his; I am an echo of my mother who is an echo of hers, and my memory of my father is fading.

Know that what I say is real.

~

By. Crystal Ellis, Sculpture 2011

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