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The Ravine of the Peyroulets - Vincent Van Gogh
the land is formed
I watch on - still
as
time
itself
clutched by contradictions
my chest hurting -
opposing this
steady
flow
of
thought
how could I observe such a thing
time is not still
land not shaped before my eyes
complexity cannot be rushed
each and every brush stroke
takes me closer to understanding
yet - understanding itself -
distances me like nothing else
ever
could
those simple solutions
the flat plains you see -
they aren't the ravine
in your view rocks don't fall
sides don't slope
by God, I cannot follow your path
cannot frolic in this place
every path of mine is beautiful danger
it requires stillness contemplation
it is a different landscape
I yearn for the steadied seat
yet mine must be dug into stone piles
my core strength activated at all times
the threat of a fall
needs
constant
attention
stillness is knowing -
the ravine was forged
the
same
way
it flows to the ocean and rests there
acknowledging this beauty I see
it's a caress for a troubled soul
I wish I could translate it
beyond the paint
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