Art is life projected
With this canvas held dead centre
As life is fully reflected
On flesh that may long remember
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She danced with Death
A beat, a breath
Her soul in his palm
Still, she remained calm
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An hourglass with golden sand
A meadow in a barren land
Sitting sentinel for all to see
Alone and lost, in the mist is me
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Puff puff on the shimmering bit
A cloud of thick fragrant smoke
I ponder the life's mysteries as i sit
Even as I imbibe a hearty toke
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Sunsets and daffodils
A sea of golden bliss
White lace and fancy frills
A stollen kiss
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I look down upon this city
Like a many facetted jewel
Countless tiny suns dance in abstract glory
I stand on the knifes edge
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Standing in the open field
Watching the roiling black fury of sky
Come harrowing ever closer without yield
As brilliant lightning flashes by and by
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I drift but slow on a fog of dream
But then my feet, beneath me sand
Thou fog hast wrapt me in t'would seem
Adrift in this hollow, foresaken land
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