The true artist always serves immortality, striving to immortalise the world and man within the world.
- Andrey Tarkovsky
We forget our bodies and live in our heads for a while,
then remember our bodies again.
Our bones creak, our knuckles ache.
The screws are rusted on
Translucent shells of spiders rest between the wheel nuts.
We try not to think of the future
but return to the moment.
We write and work and
spray everything gold