within myself lies.....
lived with the landscape from hand to mouth
within this landscape exists the violence.....
lodged in the minds eye
violence is.....
grew to a point, and beyond
the angst.....
there heralded a dream
to, through and beyond.

in the urban
we lie in concrete
and the metal never stops to listen

when listening happens
it is time
whistle of the mind
brushing and stroking the edges of extreme
while lying
one's mind eye becomes focused of the moments of violence
my madness is.....
has become

beela flats 1993