Direction

Grains are lost,
sifting with the passage,
save for times imprinted,
a shell hardened,
clamping heavy in the current.

It’s isolated inside,
but flowing on the outside.

To surface is to break tension,
protecting from the heavy heat
unfiltered by flat terrain.
It’s comfortable at 23,
but conditions will rise.

To 30 and on,
synchronized with mortal clocks,
the large hand spins wildly
in the plane of all existence.

Flowing is the tide
to sink through the sands.
Faster in speed.
Slower in thought.
Decisive in action.

Drive the shell into the surface
sanding away protection
to fight fears of age,
buried, submerged.

Drop to 23 underneath to find
a balance in comfort but wear.
The pearl inside hides
in a divisive cocktail,
anxious in successive direction.

Author: Steven E. Croner

Hey, everyone. How are you? I’m doing pretty well. My name is Steven. I’ve been living in Pittsburgh for a few years now. What sort of projects have I been working on, you ask? Well, I’ve assisted with several indie film productions in that time, mostly directly behind the camera or working with camera operations. It has been pretty fun. I’ve also been working on several other projects individually. This website is a collection of those projects that I do on in my spare time. Please click on the links above to learn about some of the work that I do in digital media and writing. I hope you enjoy my collection, which is a combination of old, archived work and new content I am compelled to share with you. Please feel free to interact, engage, and help me make some friends and colleagues in the creative media communities!

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