I wish I could
Paint you with
My words.
Drowning you
In my diction,
Regurgitating
My impurities
Into your serene
Essence.
I would paint you
With the breezes
From the waters
The dirty ashes
From the mountains,
The skin of all souls.
Your blank, white sphere
Whirls my cur-
Ious mind—
Into Kabbalah,
Stoning it with a
Desperately in-
Finite yearning,
For answers.
Shine infinity
Upon me.
Make me glow
With your answers
Illustrated in
The stars.
Give me your oils
From your fossils,
And with them,
Let me paint you.
 
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