Upon the Wall.
I cannot portrait who I am
Oh, lonely artisan
On sundial shadows
Hiding brushwork colors
Of stars illuminated
Brilliant oils mixed creation
Friendship fluid
On sanguine brooks
Glassy rippled wind song
Mirroring my many faces
In my portrait halls
I cannot canvas my eyes
Intrinsic façade alone
My stroke is guided
From a greater talent
When allowed
Frescoes my darkness
Furtively it brings to be
Despite obvious failing
Of laboring phases
A vision of me…
Fettered and fading
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