Painter and Painting

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Hands reach out to breach what shapeless and solitude has made; spiral down.
Make this solace, silence; comfort the only virtue.
If by chance, such a universe of complete
admiration, were to cast its
light upon onlookers
only shadows could
be seen; made shape
and true form
of less
and more.
His eyes
peer
out.
Break;
tear
away
out of self
and form is selfless
formless born, eyes that peer out of
and into the cause of his ripples; he is the stone.
The waves of the pond shape his world
as he shapes himself.
The looking
glass though
is
not
clear.
Through
muddied
eyes; the child
of self doubt grows black;
baptizes man into darkness.
To fall in love with the flora to see fauna
The mirror breaks; bloody broken
fragments; reflection
make his guise
uncommon.
alive,
I
find
the cold
empty
life a
Son of Man
son of himself
god of his own time
torn in two, creator
of land created in him.
Now jaded eyes peer back in introspection
with both feet against the ground, on his head rest a crown
Inscribed it reads: one as two, now two as one, eyes above--spiral down.