This week's spread from one of my journals features a Tzara-esque poem. I say "esque" because there is definitely more intervention than Tzara's game. The full text of the poem is below.
Walking Becoming Invisible
In The Gentle Darkness
The Sound of The Storms
Lights Reflecting
My Reckless Vision
My Forsaken Focus?
with Words Playing
Shared Questions
Perfect Ripples of
A 2 A.M. Song
Treasures HIdden in Time