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May 23
the refraction of light is an illusion
optical perspectives
bouncing off every surface imaginable
picking up color along the way
leaving a blended trail in the wake
never to be replicated again

what is art besides an unconscious dance
a spread of the unknown on canvas skies
constellations to be read into
and misinterpreted

your hands hold mirrors
whose lifelines mimic colored paths
do not claim grayscale
instead kick over paint buckets
cover every extremity
and then
     touch everything
this is life
but also
this is beauty
Taru M
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Taru M  31/M/New Orleans
(31/M/New Orleans)   
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