I used to want buyers for my words.
Now I wish someone would buy me away from words.
I've made a lot of charmingly profound images,
Scenes of Abraham and Abraham's father, Azar,
Who is also famous for icons.
But I'm so tired of what I've been doing.
And then one day, one image without form came,
And so I quit.
Look for someone else to tend the shop.
I'm out of the image making business.
Finally I know the freedom of madness.
A random image will arrive and I will scream get out and it will disintegrate now.
And there will be only love.
Only the holder that the flags fit into, and wind, no flag.