Stations III. 2001
What is this vision? An illusion or the dawning
of the rocks? Or a feeling, striving man
turning to stone?
The awakening of rock-concealed consciousness
and its struggle in the ascent to adulthood?
Possibly, but maybe it is only that
looking at the rocks for long enough
basking in the sinking sun
it's begun to take the shape of a human face.
Rome Charlie Farkas