Original Poems

the canvas is now ours to paint …

the canvas is now ours to paint
free broken from the ancient frame
the culmination of our artifice

the past, devoid of all the wisdom
we alone have held
we can create on earth our perfect bliss

and so we drip our reds and blues
across our vision’s field
and sling the paint onto the walls and shelves

this has to be a masterpiece
for it’s made in our time –
the best of times – by us:
the best of selves

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