1.0Artistic Flowhttps://www.aarron.com/flowAarronhttps://www.aarron.com/flow/author/admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="WU58WOo3mk"><a href="https://www.aarron.com/flow/2012/03/o-vexation/">Vexation ~</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.aarron.com/flow/2012/03/o-vexation/embed/#?secret=WU58WOo3mk" width="600" height="338" title="“Vexation ~” — Artistic Flow" data-secret="WU58WOo3mk" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.aarron.com/flow/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> Vexation ~ Isolated from humankind, free of bothersome demands I find union with creation. Serenity is salvation. A fictitious audience, ghosts often from my past, critique work as it progresses. Phantoms cheering my successes. This solitary time is pretense. No way to elude pestering demands. Called away from artistic rapture, burdens triumphant in my recapture.   ... Read morehttps://www.aarron.com/flow/wp-content/uploads/2024/04/artistic-flow-aarron.jpg1200675