I would like to match this idea to a Hans Zimmer composition, Batman Begins
If it were an animation, it would be short...
Such as Life.
Paul Martin, whom I can call a friend, suffered a piece of life that most of us take for granted. Our sight. One of the end products of symptoms was an unbelievable reaction of pain to...light.
His poetry seemed to evolve in the few years I got to read it, going from boringly epic at first, to grand designs that held fast points of his life, living with loneliness, and hurt.
He was a good man. His words will continue him for a good long while. He held the concept of satire and irony in such a way that one could see the bittersweet death creeping up to him. I see him now riding across a vast plain in view of the brightest of days.
Good luck, Paul, wherever you ride to.