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 A few panels from freelance DC work, circa 2006.  JLA #12

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   UnknownFebruary 23, 2021 at 6:50 PM

   EXCELLENT IN BOTH ITS IMAGERY & IMAGINATION !!!!!!!

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Sehnsucht

"The Bull and Scorpion"

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. We've traveled so far but the stars are the same We together witness a story written in sand of Taurean steps resolute & recurring bowed head silent horns pointing ever toward the horizon unconcerned with the uncertainty of far away things

We've traveled so far yet the stars are the same I called for their wisdom, and they laughed I know the secret signature of your soul, they said You were made for this journey stitch by stitch, as a glove is made for a hand

Your hide, having met the scorpions lash thick as two planks a placidly obstinate disregard for many unnameable somethings unfinished or imperfect save one

But beware, they said you flounder here where is the non-earthly land you call your home? Saudade and Sehnsucht are not your guides though you may name them such Like thieves, their trick is not to trade but to take things away

Abandon the secret you cannot hide beneath your hide and cannot tell within your tale for what you remember will turn out itself to be a remembering Beware, Beware.

Indeed you have traveled far but the stars are not the same, they further confessed. These dumb idols will break the heart of you, their worshiper. They are the scent of a flower you have not found the echo of a tune you have not heard the memory of a country you have not visited and though you have written your steps across a desert chased us down many paths the secret of those not taken are forever veiled in beautiful promise. A kindness in an unfulfilled world that these inconsolable secrets should shine like stars

How, then have we traveled so far, and the stars are still the same? And they, with no need for something other than the present care not for pain of absence And we, precious jewels and unwritten wills indulging in the unknown are the Moon’s special dignities exalted and fallen longing for we know not what heedless of cold council and time's arrow Only the seasons know when to begin when to continue and when to end And we know nothing but each other and a few German words

-McW