and the she
gets uncomfortably close
colors blurring the lines till they
become muddy hues muddy uncomfortable hues
til one day she sees a light raises her eyes realizes
art is her meditation realization of truth of life of getting
back to real to feel to remember to forget
she frowns a brown frown at the colors she has made
paints it black
starting from the neck of the dove who dared to
disappoint
in hungry dark chocolate hues
runs away
cries a glass of tears in your waterpark blues
homesick subterranean alien
