Writings on the Wall

I be continually changing- my patterns fall hard on the floor

Inventing new games with the cracks- retracing lines drawn before

I be perpetually rythmic- circle of fifths changing key

I am full of intentional gestures and I cling as the lines cling to me...

I be forever expanding- each day infiltrating my pores

I am pregnant with ashes of feeling and I ponder the lines evermore.

Anthony Foster

1980