
like an ancient comic book,
or carved rock face,
centuries forgotten,
but valuable, inside.
still available from the publisher,
at a price.
like the burning heart that reaches
and twists the lower spine,
hurt upon hurt.
like the never resolved
and never forgiven issues
from the past.
this face, i see,
reminded
by a smell,
a colour,
a dream.
when the black and white
back issues rise again,
so surprised to be woken
from early hibernation,
longing, reaching out, swollen…
it’s a stretch…
I thought I understood
this backbone of connection.
But Obviously
i was wrong,
all the way along the line,
I was wrong.
It is an issue of each past
of us all
and the future of illusion.
Not,
as I thought,
connection.
Back then of her and him.
And this face,
‘Sand Worms from Dune’
she said, emerging.
Me? It was always Alice,
searching for an entrance
to the beautiful garden.
Looking down at her feet
a lifetime distance away…
Connection lost.
Back Issue. 18×14. Acrylic on paper on panel. By clinock.
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