Vibrant oil drains erratic
My brain in moving frame
breeding new burdens of beauty,
of how to live
that hang off a sopping wet brush,
dying the canvas,
depicting dead ends cut.
Asking how to truly live?
A nobility to give,
my hand making strokes in sand,
where each grain of my being
aligns with causality.
What to do in all this connectivity,
with a supreme sense of all the possibilities
of all the elegant structures that we could come to be.