Droplets on Raw Canvas

The bottomless pit of the freak

Like the clouds above

Obnoxious and misunderstood

A generous cover on the strenuous stream

Cooling the heat of tension.


The army marches across the sky

Unique in shapes, variable and defiant

Each appreciative of the journey

Touching the souls of passers-by

Strung across beyond reach.


Glorified in colorful paints

Dripping on the landscape, artistic dispersion 

A prism to shine grace

Upon the gloominess, spraying of the grind

Like a cocktail fragrance.


The freak embraces abnormality

Excelling in the distinctive joy

Gratitude and eternal abundance

Supplied in each drop

The paintbrush scrapes on the raw canvas.

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