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A Painting of My Unliving

Updated: Mar 19, 2021

A painting of my death

Strokes thick, luscious




Only paint can be

And you will not be able to tell

Where I am going

Caught up in the infinite

Ecstasy of life

I forgot to breath

And I bled deep maroon

Sliver of ivory arm flung across

A chaise lounge

Like a swimmer drifting next

To the hull of a ship

She only holds on because she is too afraid to let go

Foreground in freefall with background

I am both subject and scenery

Watch me backfloat in sea

Too viscous to be realistic

Too profound to be anything less than truth

Painting of my unliving

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