Brick & Mortar
Why do we build structures to house our dreams and ideas? Why do we hold back and wait for the comfort and safety of the perfected thing? When can the inspiration of genius take its place in raw form, enter the universe through us, and be uplifted by others at its inception?
Imagine the cooperative components poised and ready for the tiniest hint of discovery!
an arrow
a poem
insulin
shame is nothing but brick and mortar
forming borders about your brilliance
walls upon walls
between what you know
and a cure
