I want to
conceptualize
something, yet unknown
so I can tame it
inside of my mind
and show the world
how existance sings
itself to existance
with a player’s lullabye
of suffering - turned inside out
now translated
at the tip of my paintbrush
if we’d all do what we’d do
for love, even knowing
it isn’t real
our souls would become
endless poetry in the threads
of the canopy of her bed
she who eats time