I had an epiphany today,
So suddenly I see,
Gifts of perception, giving way.
My edges are gone
and tree by tree

Leaves level to splatters
On this Monet sky.
Horizon is but a word,
Faded in memory,
for green becoming of blue,
and blue gorging on green.

Meaning is a cirrus-thin cloud,
Escaping reach yet
Ever so sweet; Let it flow
and squint your eyes.

To see like a blind man
Who still knows a blur
Is to understand the
Beauty of color. Neglected,
When from this world,
We found form.

If upon my own,
Of this canvased foresight
I tell. It is with
The vivid and livid, colors
I spill.

In leaves of paint splatter I say,
“I had an epiphany today…”

Tags: art, spur of the moment, writing

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