Thick and thin, paint
falls as it does
When life throws it
at the canvas.
Some say there’s no
order, no will,
Others see only
chaos and pain.
I think we craft
the lines we see,
Which means when
paint falls,
As it always and
ever will,
The task is to hold
space together.
Leaning into the
line shows a way
One splotch and
stripe at a time.
Together, plain as
day, design becomes
Writ large upon the
canvasses we share.
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