Magnified Myself

An inarticulate artist, I wanted to paint the lone life’s landscape, effervescent, the construed course of a river called desire unrestrained, meandering its way in self-possessed pattern, I yearned. In prime youth I thought I owned solely the whole canvas, in self-satisfied strokes I smeared blithe, the subterranean serenity of psychic vales, disappearing undepicted in the fold of canvas, blank. Free will amalgamated prodigal paints with shades of ego, copious, contrived colors spilled with spontaneity slide from porous palette of permeable mind, expansive. The banal painting didn’t turn out to be a masterpiece, the hidden designer created a mundane motif of listless life, destined. Toward the hued horizon of draping dawn, drawn at canvas periphery, my mental brush swept spellbound, striving with sensuous drive to capture the beauty of unique chromatic lattice at the edge of the nascent sky, pristine. In supercilious strides I trampled the malachite meadow, turned wasteland, where I walked d i s t r a u g h t on my shadow, s h a t t e r e d. On the bleak backdrop, sinking forlorn ordained, within twilight zone, rinsed by sedate rays of the setting sun, my consumed essence gives perforce now the final strokes of bare brush at the edge of convoluted canvas, where my senescent mindscape devout, is illumined by the eternal glow of divine light. Through the lens of introspection I see me metamorphosed into a lengthening shadow, magnified bigger than myself, d i s i n t e g r a t e d.