Dance of the Artist

He drenches his lips
in the blood of creation
and kisses the breath
of unraveling thought,
blending reality and dream
between the fibers of brush and canvas.

And while his body lingers
within a sweet, mellow haze
of silence and stillness,
his mind remains
the true pastiche,
as he wanders

through the tide of imagination,
gathering color from every desire.
Amidst the waves of his eternal fervor,
he leaves behind smudges and paint and ink,
so that one can view his soul
through the kaleidoscope of life.

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