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Artism
The world flipped on its side
and I dropped into a painted
canvas.
I fell to my knees as
butter nut squash colored
my legs.
I clenched my hands and
indigo blue errupted through
my fingers.
Up close this new land
was a torrent of different
hues washing in and out.
A clutter of multi-colored
fish engaged in a frozen
swim.
So much to absorb,
madenning and bold
magnificent and wild.
A streak here and a swipe
there, I walked across
chestnut brown that made a chair.
So complicated and tangled,
expression enveloped in angst
and glee.
With the world untipped,
I found the painting looked just
like me.
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