THIS IS THE ROUSE MY ART BUILT

You are not the malt, the rat, or the cat,
not a cow with crumpled horn,
nor a maiden all forlorn…

YOU! 

You are the start and the result of what the Galaxy wrapped as a gift.

From all of its wields and all of its wilts…

∞  YOU ARE THE ROUSE ITS HEART BUILT  ∞

Plant your passions — and then hold them close.


✯ LET’S DANCE! ✯ 

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In Splash it was Darryl Hannah
the hors de oeuvre for what would become my manna
Jim Henson’s The Dark Crystal had Kira and Jen
and cartoon’s had me wishing I too was outlined with black pen…

The freedom to surf in imagination back then
not so distal or woken by reality’s pistol
everything there without the hint to own guilt
and the space wasn’t noticed between the wield and the wilt…

this…

This is the Rouse My Art Built. 

The bricks of the tricks
that would be how I’d test my own best
and build defense from my learning
from some of our world’s wily storming…

And when I’d big-up my successes too soon
the quick-hiding would mend on other side
of the lessons I would croon
all lost and all won by them wield and the wilt…

…this.

This is the Rouse My Art Built. 

When weak like straw from the raw of a heart called sore
and the howling that follows them wolves that are hollow
with their hate rattling the gate and their roars that shake the door
the discovery of recovery would only come
from all that I wield and all that I wilt…

…this.

This is the Rouse My Art Built. 

If the numerology of my biology could become a colour in CMYK
perhaps the rungs my lungs must breathe my life through
could find recharge in that plum
at night
and at day
like a colour I connect to
when I close my eyes and start to pray
or paint pretty over the smart and the stupid things that I say
All peaks and valleys in the gallery of DNA
to ever wield and to wilt…

…this.

This is the Rouse My Art Built. 

like music is the muse for the feels that I run
and the signal to start is another gun
that becomes what covers paper by pen
and ‘done’ becomes the diary of everything call ‘back-when’
like the much and the minimal explained as spirit animal
maybe this plum
is sum
of my everything here summated

…from all that I wield and all that I wilt…

…this.

This is the Rouse My Art Built.

GENTLE ✯ LOVE ✯ PROUD ✯ HOPE

© Dylan Balkind 

 

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Thank you Kim for passioning with your fingerprint for where ours
ink in such similar ways. And look! We got to see
some of our Edgeless Boxes — which is really all you!
Thanks Nundi for being the very first-version ‘Rouse’ sounding board,
and Kim McClure for humouring the surprise of it too when I sprung it on you, then.
It’s a little less heavy now, I hope… 
Caddie, you’re the re-light flame
when my candle flickers, and I appreciate you more than I’ve ever let you know!
Sasha — you’re the kind of Angel-with-edge that this world needs
much, much more of!
And… my Niki-noodle! For your beating heart
that always hugs mine back into fine!  

 

#GalleryOfDNA

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