Options
Unlike the Sun
I have always had
Options – not to be
Constant
Turning light on and
Off at will
Choosing my own horizons
Clear or inclement pigments
I can paint with a broad abstract
Brush
Or dot and dab a refining master --
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The Soul accepts all contrasts
And textures
A Higher Nature must decide which to frame
Or discard --
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