I came home from the great earthquake to find
My house tilted, windowpanes cracked
The foundation left in rubble
My city in smoldering ruins all around me
A mass exodus of refugees fleeing on pitted streets
Yet I remained
Saint Francis protect us
My adoration for this city could withstand anything
My home wasn’t this domino tilted building
It was everything around me
From the Mission to the Bays
I would never leave
Saint Francis keep us safe
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.
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