POEM

Where Does Art Reside?

What you see is different in me.

I stand staring at senseless images Imprinted in reflecting mirrors

Questions asked, Unspoken response Silence screams, In hollow minds

Shapes swirl, In pulsing patterns Warped thoughts, Drunken circles

Sequencing dreams, Truths revealed Desires fleeting, In pinball motion

Visions overcast, Pain builds Hidden burdens, Sacrificed Needs

Print portrays lessons, Grays muted Vibrant voices fade; In default color scheme

Memories take flight; Details go missing Expressions Evoke, Tingling sensations

Grace and beauty, Captured with the beholder Wonders linger. Wait. Canvas speaks.

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