i can imagine ther was not a mother around,
there was a pregnancy in town.
i made the most of it all.
i made art, i answered the call.
i didn’t over-due it, i stayed true to my creed.
i was steadfast in beliving me.
paintings, drawings, poems, music, noise, sound,
tangible products.
collecetive work of mine and others.
riches starting to cummulate, but not for boasting.
i swam.
i breaststroked like a child, constricted until i straightened my whole arm.
a couple might have a small laugh, but more of a concern.
then i did it, by believing myself.
that feeling of a wave rushing over me felt like the universe.
the wave washing over as I answered the call.
nik.
