Digital art is just another form of writing across the screens of our minds
in garish script meant to provoke and undermine the alphabet of form
capitalized with an armored beetle's horns italicized in green eddies
flowing into sentences that branch out into streams of consciousness.
Everything we see is alphabet. Doors, windows, street corners
and dogs are all ciphers spelling out larger concepts, thunderstorms
the pages into which our stories altogether must unfold spelled out
one letter at a time. The nib of the pen leaves a series of characters
in sequence which tell the tale of leaving traces of it behind amounting
to the stuff of legend left over for others to find.
