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So it's night
So it's dark
So it's quiet
So am I.
Bathed in electric shadow
I push blues and whites
In cream curdled from clouds
And shades of grey and green.
In politics and paint you're born
'Welcome to the world.
You're going to make someone very happy.'
So how many days
Can you spend in nights?
Let me know, faithless print
For eyes watch us, praying fondly.
I get confused, often
Spraxically distopic in a utopian person
We'll succeed together
We'll fly on splinted wings.
I can write love poems too, you know,
But I'm only here for the future
So let's wait, together
And work for something we still breath for.
I'm here for you being here for me
And I grow branches in the night's silence.
An ode to breathlessness
And the chill of flush for the quiet.
A mixture of feelings in this one. It's late. I love painting. I'm optimistic for my future, but only if I work hard enough for it. This is a message to myself. Possessed.
Keith Edward Baucum
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