this drawing of a tree
crude and uninteresting
hanging in the dimmest crevice of my skull
its insipid elegance a distraction
its crayon strokes leaking off the page
dribbling into each of my mind's long, drawn-out veins
my thoughts have turned to pure color
words have flown into image
all is seen
now that the bright neon crayon fluid has
dripped its way into my eyes
a world unknown will come
as will a self, alien and new
but all
all
all
is simply picture
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
this drawing of a tree
crude and uninteresting
hanging in the dimmest crevice of my skull
its insipid elegance a distraction
its crayon strokes leaking off the page
dribbling into each of my mind's long, drawn-out veins
my thoughts have turned to pure color
words have flown into image
all is seen
now that the bright neon crayon fluid has
dripped its way into my eyes
a world unknown will come
as will a self, alien and new
but all
all
all
is simply picture
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