you splash a few rich images of words expanded by pictures ...
and I enjoy,
then they live on (because you passed them on, breathing) and before I
know it they take on novella and poem dimensions
and I dream
and I wake
and I think I've been with James, been getting to know him
better
but is illusion
spun by a talented man spinning out his talent.
Or not.
Thank you, James.
Whatever.