Water trickling slowly down
Down the canvas, down my frown
To be my heart and lungs and soul
To be my world and all I’ve known;
Drown myself in the deepest blue
Coral reefs my perfect sinew-
And the depths of trenches make great friends, too;
My lungs the beating of the tides,
Splitting the shore up and open wide;
My heart will be all those beats combined;
Predator, prey, their wills aligned!
The storms! O great winds of rage,
I will set all typhoons ablaze!
Murder the sea and split the sky,
Spit up all fallacies and justices awry!
The gentle spring rains and rivers flowing to me
Are my tears and gentle laments, truly;
Of lovers scorned and battles long-worn
Of failing and stumbling through all life’s thorns.
Sea blinks and sunsets and midsummer skies
Become my fingers' endless lines
Of purpose not in what is made,
But validation of existence’s maze.
Sandbars and reflections of hazy laze,
Pastel perfection glittering under glassy waves.
Pass me the watercolors, the re