Yeah, matrix is a piece of art I created many years ago when I was contemplating architecture as a college major. Its creation was a test to see if I had any artistic abilities, drawn with a catch of crayolas I'd had since youth on a piece of lined notebook paper. I wish I'd known it was going to be that good I'd have used a good piece of paper. It sort of is a night sky moonshine kind of thing, at least 150 proof stuff. I liked the fact your piece made me think also.
Hi there ! Thanks for the comment on Flowers. The meaning of the poem is that I can't write about flowers, I have no words for such things, I can only write about what has hurt me. I don't really know how that is indulgent ? It just is what it is. No real anger or frustration in this piece, more like just stating a fact. But I appreciate the comment & any critique ! Thanks again for reading :)