Panel I of the cinematic poetry triptych "SOHO ~ The Return" by Laurence Fuller Did you see a traveler pass by here? Not too long ago? He strode upon a donkey, and wore a cloak, He muttered poetry; Not of his own, but words I’d heard before, Words of redemption, poetic lore. I know I’d seen him once before What was he doing? Striding horse. I’d seen him in the parlours years before, A boudoir or two, he’d frequent many more, Left letters with poetry to all the sirens calling his name, From the shore. He walked through a hall of mirrors, Each with his name. Each looked exactly the same, like him. They told him to go outside, Where they would show on screens, A theatre of his life. On the cave wall, The street ~ The projections all the same. Put beauty behind windows looking out to the rain, Like a kaleidoscope of memories, Untouchable fragments, A cinema of dreams. He galloped down the far reaching coast on a broken donkey, And it was a letter that he held. ~ LF SOHO Collection by Laurence Fuller, 2025 @laurencefuller laurencefuller.art/soho-the-return-preview