Study of Motion III November 29, 2015 THE JOKER...To be ruthlessly possessed by reckless potential. See, I was visited by certain type of spirit. This one came from an everywhere, from a ship, from under a banana leaf in a monsoon, from the forefinger of a modern gypsy, from an 18-wheeler’s right foot’s wet dream of wading in white rapids, from my mother’s long lost first love’s glinting eye, from your never-yet-known home.My spirit finds itself in danger, it finds itself in love, it finds itself in boiling water and behind bars or ribcages or in the shadows cast by inexplicable fire. And it is alive there, visited by shock, hopping with joy, watching destruction, making spitfire-sons and daughters-that-do, kept sharp against your hardness it constantly runs against. Beautiful and terrible, a long, curved knife in the hand of a sweetheart.I am not scared. I am not well, maybe.