Conception

Ink dashed,paint splashed, gaush splotched smeared and painted stained glass fissured into irredescent shards reflecting clash with bright technicolor light,its bright center an unfertilized egg,overwhelmed by splintered cells,chosen sperm that will grow and never tell of wading plasma,mired in cigarrette miasma Halogen light bleeding bright,from this distance untamed bursts like shattering bulbs peircing wide staring eyes tamed by dimming candle flame Mediums tramsformed from their natural form and brillance's born its odd subject matter framed,its message conveyed by paint splatter its symmetry and definition enhanced by light's conture conveys an eccentric prodigy matured It's eve's hour,the time told by closed pedal flowers the longer days delayed sleep as time is forgotten,fond memories,is its creator's keep