Monday, August 17, 2015

She Stops with Time


She paints
She stops
No more inspiration
No more imagination
The brush has dried up
The paint has coagulated
It has shriveled up into stone
A monument of fixed creation
Will she ever paint again?
Will she never?
She stops with time
With time she stops.


26-4-2005/ rev. 10-8-2015
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