Subject: The Anvil of Your Mind
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: dnb-as1s08.erols.com
Date: Mon Jan 5, 1998 at 12:59PM

Smooth places abound in the mind

Some of which are less than unkind
As they're hammered on mercilessly
By the minds of others not at all free

To see the uniquity of new images
Which strike on anvils not pillaged
By forces of rules governing things
Which often sound bells and sing

Vibrating mirages attack eardrums
Which then see sounds that hum
Allowing freedom to thus interpret
Things which do not have to forfeit

For written words which flow as water
Paint murals with colors not at all dafter
Than the quite contrived images of cubism
Which so many favored for their pessimism

But images which come from brushes full
Will never form ideas which have no pull
So bear with it - and then studiously grin
For loving it well ... will keep you pinned.

Christopher W. Thomas
1pm Mon. Jan. 5th, 1998