Photograph by Paul Hsu Sunflowers, Agritopia 1. After a hearty breakfast at Joe's Farm Grill, my friend Dan Johnson--a graduate student who is currently working toward the next level up of mastery in the visual arts and also growing a burning bush for a beard--and I, a stillborn poet, continue our conversation on art and faith as two water striders skating along the surface tension of the sublime. 2. Listen to the liminal strings of lyricism and musicianship reverberating in the orchestral chambers of the human body-heart-mind-space-time continuum. 3. Aimlessly, along the dirt paths of Agritopia, we walk and talk of this possibility and that particularity, standing in the middle of the road between contemplation of the classics and contemporaries. 4. During a passing moment of silence, I think of you, dearest Vincent, sad brother and starry-eyed soul. 5. What do we have to say to each other today in paradise but that I am dying a thousand deaths...