Typos 2.110 Self-Portrait folding into creases she is

folding into creases she is saturated in purple she is imbued in white there are florets in her mind there are mandalas in her flight pirouetting in the movements of awakening the nature of this earthly blood she dances in the rivers she is naked in the mire I am sure I’ve seen her before in some other worldly trial she liquesces into her flood unbound from what she shuns what comes to her is magic and what comes from her is love

Art of cubes III (Print Only) by Vitor Costa

Animals are not saved or spared due to the amount of vegans in the world

using geometric shapes

If you like ice cream

Typos 2.110 Self-Portrait folding into creases she isThe poetry of one color making many