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The Artist
1 min readAug 30, 2018
We’re not perfect; perhaps we are perfectly imperfect.
Random thoughts like art upon the canvas
realism, surrealism, expressions of our inner being.
Some clearly expressed in pure abstract dreamlike states
of mayhem dripping this way or that in what appears
no order, chaos from nothing — from madness.
Ingenious enfolds the darkening light of subconscious
where demons and angels battle with brushes instead of swords,
and the crimson droplets of blood stained thoughts
come pouring out into the world for all to view.
