*A brush to stroke*
my oil paints, 
**layer upon layer
of saturated color**
it never dries, 
for I **never** wait. 
because art is never finished! 
...*and maybe that isn't true,*
I just know *my own* accounts of
what I go through:
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**I never seem to get the product
to match the painting inside my head.** 
I keep painting...
 *keep stroking,* 
long after everyone I know
might as well be **dead.** 
I try to force my vision *out of my head.*
But it is so **perfect**
and the canvas *hardly* yields
a picture that is **worth it,** 
*so I paint words and sounds instead.*