Empty Your Bucket
We have been reshaping -
brush strokes of vision on a pristine canvas.
This place is an art class for eyes that have yet to see;
an overlay of paint needs washing away.
Whatever is made visible becomes a virtual reality.
Hell is a full bucket spilling over.
The moon will shine as blue and green as the earth
when we have eyes to see it so.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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