Painting from Life
Painting from Life
I slap bright angry red strokes across the empty canvas.
I add some orange touches because I'm right,
And some black streaks because I fear I'm wrong.
And the fire threatens to consume me.
So I pour on pinkness and bathe it in blueness,
Trying to put out the fire. It works,
But the colors blend, their edges lost,
Until all I'm left with is a color I cannot name,
That is me.
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