The Path into the Blue - Paul Klee

unknown like undress into a once was state tangle ~ to become ~ risk unbecoming... lightning bolt struck skull constricted round to oval then forgotten - of course all this air only breathe in a fraction so busy trying to discern through smoke and haze tell me are we part of the picture . . . . the page beneath ... molecules of the paper we may be nothing until a thought transpires - inception ~ to be realised or crushed - smoothed out again do we remain are we never was paintings made inexplicably before the death of the artist placed in this world viewers or viewed to no end whatsoever within a non existence or do we pass our little sparks around keep each other alight as we burn out to an almost stop when a shared ember re-ignites this chain of succession of disappearing ash forgive me if I'm wrong so insistent on searing the surface of what should remain undisturbed folly, on my behalf, I'm sure there we are or not every layer reveals another layer we pick at until we're inevitably in a hole