the chosen, one
rotting apple
and:
The sun dawns a shroud of mourning,
Are both very clever. Breaking "The chosen one," yet forcing you to read it, and on the other hand, "The sun dawns" reading the same as "The sun dons," I think these two alone are worth the price of entry.
But, as you know, if the rest is crap, I'm not afraid to say it. Yet this piece felt mostly complete even when I first touched it.
The feeling of the abandoned places, yet the artistry and loveliness of them shine through in this piece, like one gleaming piece in a rusty swing's chain.
If there is enough rough, there's got to be a diamond or two in there somewhere, yeah?
Honestly, to hear the picking up of the feel of abandoned places and the artistry in them means more than I can put words to. So much of the weight of section in particular is in the symbols filling in the space between the narrative and the meaning.
Your time you lend to my scrawlings, and your aid in making them more than scrawlings, means so much to me, Guy. Thank you for sharing your thoughts - on the good and le crap!