Monday, July 18, 2022

Never

I choose this medium
Sometimes I never want to
Promise an ending
I envision the light and shade
The hunger
For the lie of the canvas
Painted the many hues of gray
A beauty that never came to be
Repeat Deeper
An impotent scream from high
Beyond our understanding
I curl into a ball
At the base of the mountain
And wonder why I would imagine
Such a desolate place
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