Electric Forest

Through the cave, having passed the
enchanted gate, step up into the dense
intentional image jumble, pulsing politic,
art, philosophy, swinging moods north
east south and west. They were lonely
and made a world.

Sink into the rescued davenport and
scan their determined mix. Consider!
they demand. Arrange some possibilities.
Sniff the oriental essence. Peruse the
titles. Fondle the edges, the curves, the
woods, the wickers, the books and jars.

Lights vein over, around, under - painting,
framing, licking walls, pictures, plants, bouncing
off unique beer bottle labels - lights that
almost create their own music. The walls
hide behind tapestries, curved vases and
mounts, poles and a mop handle.

Electric eclectic. Youthful freedom.
Genesis to be remembered if some madness
for conformity grabs their hearts and shackles
them. No. It’s too strong to abandon to
pale organization. These days will never
disappear completely. Colors last.