The pond stretches into the night dreaming it had been a glacier an ocean a river a cascading stream. What is set free when I Am collapses into itself? From the walls of a Paleo- lithic cave a horse with a dotted pelt found its footing and galloped out in to the light, with cracks and fissures. No longer art he choked on green living grass. Then, under a Shiva- blue sky he cantered to where all streams flow into the uncertainty of what had been "a work of art."