APERTURE
I stole in there, they did not see me,
I stole in there, and did what I had to do,
I stole in there, if they had seen me
They would not have recognized me, nor known
Who I was. I have always stolen in
And done what I`ve had to do,
Like hurling chips of white-hot flint,
Fast and hard, in case I get caught.
Tim Cloudsley
Painting “Aperture” By Ken Palmer
