Let loose
                                                          what is not thine:
                                                               thy life,
                                                               thy love,
                                                               thy time.
                                                          No tithe is due
                                                          to compense thy birth.
                                                          Thy will is but chaff;
                                                               summoned by wind
                                                               and taken to flight.
 
 

     This page, in both artistic appearance and literary content, is a companion to the page which immediately follows it.  Both pages consist of a watercolor landscape in which diverse patches of different varieties of grass mingle with sand, dirt and stone along a strand.  On this page, the
water runs parallel to the writing and a tree (perhaps apple) is visible on a hill on the right side of the page.  This is, perhaps, significantly close to the word "birth".  Dandelions are also visible in the foreground.  These may echo the sentiment voiced in the poem since they bloom brightly for a time, then their blossoms dry out and are blown away on the breeze.  Beige, human silhouettes, in miniature, interact with some of the letters in the poem, relating to the theme of the phrase they are near.  The first silhouette is hanging by his arms from the "L" in "Let loose what is not Thine:", while the
next figure does a pirouette on the colon.  A figure relaxes on the "N" of "No tithe is due" and another reclines with arms and legs spread over the word "birth".  The remaining figure is in mid-air after diving off the "g" in "flight".
     The first five lines are written in the red angular script, the protaganist voice.  This voice interjects that nothing is one's own and one is better to grow accustomed to that fact.  The black, gothic script
takes the next two lines, saying that nature is not obligated toward one merely because of one's existence.  The individual must fend for himself.  The red, angular script has the remaining three lines.  It states man's will is but the chaff remaining after the necesseties of one's
existence have been harvested from life.