Come join us, you said, but your voices were as gentle as a sea breeze, and your voices were not coming from yourselves. Come join us, I said, my head swimming in the sizzling shallows of a sea dream, but where were you? I called up to you from some stomach of the ocean, looking through the eyes of a whale. Music poured out of my pores, but I didn’t hear much coming from you, until I did. I held up my joy and faith and spoke to you of bold coincidences, but my body…
Artifying existence. Finding the music. Taking meaning — I am Gem, welcome to the bay. All that glitters ain't gold, but you'll find something shiny.