Beware!
I am losing myself to art
Spilling the chaos on the canvas
I may not remain a whole
For I maybe draped in a hand skill
Stroked with animal hair
Lost in the heat of colors
Seized in an imaginative capture
Transfixed in time
The remnants hard to characterize
Mutilated for an inventive victory
Woven in a verse of triumph
Sometimes discreet in absurdity
Sometimes molested in modernity
I may not remain a whole
Dashes may surface
In exhibits,
It may surround your gaze
Exist as a description
Limited just as a name.
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 2:04 PM UTC
Beware!
I am losing myself to art
Spilling the chaos on the canvas
I may not remain a whole
For I maybe draped in a hand skill
Stroked with animal hair
Lost in the heat of colors
Seized in an imaginative capture
Transfixed in time
The remnants hard to characterize
Mutilated for an inventive victory
Woven in a verse of triumph
Sometimes discreet in absurdity
Sometimes molested in modernity
I may not remain a whole
Dashes may surface
In exhibits,
It may surround your gaze
Exist as a description
Limited just as a name.
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