year of the mad bird. pageVIII

'year of the mad bird' artist book. 17x11" intaglio with aquatint on rives bfk. spray painted background.

page VIII:
m e l t d o w n .

The Mad Bird in the glacial heights upon a comforting branch of
the Immortal tree of Knowledge with its roots of infinite curvature
ingrained in the intradimensionality of spacelessness and timelessness
whispers in her hearing dilated pupil:

“Yes so the villages flood
as the Holy Icecaps melt and
the Animals drown and
the people are dispossessed,
But you and your Kind are
Superhuman Animal Children of Bright Darkness
and you can survive only by
the light of your own Shadow ~ ~ ~

And these are merely words you hear
and visions you see
in a manner you can comprehend....".

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