The Artist
The circles dialate
behind the minds frame.
Canvased images vibrate.
Paint chipped torn and worn
The vision has become blurred.
rotate, twist, twirl, and stir
The brush strokes.
Its words heard
Ancient and antique this caligraphy
Through this method
your sky can speak
limitless and boundless leaps.
Observe the beauty in these feats.
An artist within broken free
to shape the world inside.
Tho one I wish to see.
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