Monochromanticexpressionism

Dazed and obtuse

should i ever learn talent with colors, i would arrange for you, the final world wonder,
and searching my canvas you will find hope in those lives soon to be
and pride in those left behind, so that the smoke that filters your imagination
will be lifted and bring ease to your troubled mind.
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i have seen the dawn break but no guiding light to serve,
and though the earth remains in orbit, drifting complacent,
my soul is stirred, bruised, shaken,
drifting into the night,
riot of murmurs.