trapped in a bottle afloat

I rock and I sway

swaggering down the dark tunnels of dreams that knows no bounds, without pistol or hip toting sword I go;

defenseless against the onslaught of creative torrent that in never ending, streams over me and around me

the unstoppable images, ideas, characters, and colors of life,

I go on in the darkness

the faces fly past, I can't stop them

it is me the boundless creator I go....



tracy oliver Nov 2003