the long thin brushes
lay in a wealth
of pigmentary queues
waiting for the silent
canvass
to summon open the
obverse mind
the gaunt three pointed steeled
easel
a trichotomous pod with
good standing
seeking turns to the
light source
so to find lost values
the painter at the
mirror of denial
his miasmic thoughts
churning like the magma at
volcanic depths
with omnificent fires suppressed and
unreflective
the muse at the open
window suspended
in equipoise between the
arrogant artist
and the demure poet of
self doubt
summoning the causes and
the effects of reflection
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