The eye spreads its golden pollen before the moon. Bewitchment is the pulse of these images that one can touch in the glow of shadows, and in the great wing that seizes the city... They present the omen of what is to come and the talisman of miraculous germinations.  These are images that secrete the birth-stones of light and the chimera of a last wave.  The ides of honey are upon us...

J.Karl Bogartte