Words unfurl as eyes behold a cosmic denouement;
page after page, turn on, turn on
As though out of a coloring book
(where the lines
are constituted as our possibilities
of which the forms
are sculpted by our experiences)
Is color a mere pigment...
...or a mental figment?
Imagined or imaged,
by rays of light...
...all but the final product out of sight?
A trompe-l'oeil, foiling the senses...
...or a double-entendre mantra of verb tenses?
Seen or heard,
as in figures or pictures
of speech and in word...
modes and scales
and notes impale
pedestrian auditory perception
of spoken word,
Spilling colorful blood,
filling a mind feeling,
seeing with closed eyes, with third eyes;
the soul's eyes revealing the concealed--inner being
(where we know
that we make color;
but not with crayons and brushes...
where our art
is animated by our blood, by our heart,
dynamically rendered
by our creativity and love,
which transform the world
as though from outside, above;
these invisible hands fashioning
the world to visions from the artists mind put upon canvas)
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