Electric Creation

Rabid wolves are in my vicinity.  They once seemed brave and and beautiful, but now they can never be trusted.  I see, and I turn to a different day and page.  I keep to myself.  I write in a weblog that few people read.  I barely ever give out the address.  I do no other social networking except twitter that I put in entries, but I never read anyone else's.  My sensitivities are really real, and my productivity maintains itself by continuing to read what I see, but only contacting few.  I do email by comment section and by gmail, but I have basically no personal emails coming my way.  My isolation does create an anonymity, and, in that, I have an autonomy that cannot be enjoyed if I let the wolves and even unbalanced birds in.  I will continue to dissect the situations that I have been through, and I do not ask for feedback.  In that way of establishing a fenced off authority, I gain in power and comedy.  A beautiful rainbow is created and watercolors give way to deep and rich oil paints.  The music in the background is a melody of creation and roots out the deceit and hostility.  Love can exist in that space, and, in the end, "I Sing the Body Electric" (From Fame).