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