This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
The neck as red as the rocks.
The body, a husk as dry as the desert.
The spirit fled with the canyon winds.
The tears long since dried in the sands.
And I am left alone to mourn and regret.
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