I grasp an improbable sphere
let it pull me skyward as I dream
only to have it burst in my arms

challenged, some clear picture of my desire
an illustrated order in black and white
but my canvas relates only gauche abstract

determined I peel off a clean page
spread the blank sheet wide
feeling its possibilities beneath my eager palms

flip open fully my paint case
breathe in deep the scent of fearless pigment
slowly my mind mixes untried tints

but you wrap your fingers round my wrist
replace my brushes within their splattered jar
your pleading gaze leads my eyes

my last masterpiece you’ve displayed
now two years old hangs ominous
your vision plainly clearer

mine pops within my throat

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