Pupil of the Iris

I am a devourer of fear

My enchantments bring light to the caves of the mind

And my smile can change time

I race against myself

On different planes

Gauging creativity greater than intelligence

I gorge on leisure like it’s going out of style

Taking note of wandering thoughts

Like an astronaut on a different world

Resonating with Reason

Clearly Controlled

Reading pictures

Instead of words

Like The Old Guitarist or

The Milwaukee Art Museum

With Alice in Wonderland 

Hidden Inside

Focused while Fuzzy

Like Sunflowers set into Starry Night

Can you hear The Scream?

What do you think about Lucy

Sitting sky high on the moon?

Visualize Notes of Noise

Colors cascading down a stairway of dreamy clouds

Tye Dye T Shirt

Neon Glare

McLaren F1

All you see

Is carefully designed

With thought turning into the tangible

Reflections of the Iris

Inversions of intent

Can you hear the paintings of Gaia?

A robin mid-flight

A cricket in the night

Art is the sound of the soul

Art

Oh how I love you so

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