I see how different words are bestowed with a sublime radiance of varying hues of color…
Emotional gradation…
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I observe my palette of words very carefully…
One mustn’t rush…
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Slowly I begin to paint…first one then another…
I step back and look at the revealing of this new painting…
This creation of words blending into something wondrous…
Something hitherto unknown…
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Time passes…
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I look again…
I close my eyes…
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I feel the tumultuous gathering…
The machinations of my senses coalescing into words…
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Their birth a beautiful rendition of everything combining at once…
As if time has no meaning here…
Past, present, future collide into my Phantasmagoric Dreamscape…
Joining…rejoining…connecting…
Locking together as though they already know how they are to combine…
As if they each have their own purpose, thought, desire…
To be seen, read, understood…
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Epiphany…
Am I their painter…
Or are they mine?
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If you would like me to read this to you…
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I thought it would be fun to revisit a previously posted poem…only with me reading it this time.
∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼ 