trevor.poet
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If I could I would paint on a canvas the shadow of the man standing next to me
if only their was contrast to be seen between the shadow and dark surroundings
then we could hang it up in a coffee shop or sell it for a profit or autograph it and donate it to a museum
but to a strangers eye it might be assumed the work was the result of a painter down to his last color
or perhaps it would just blend into the surroundings somewhere next to a man and across from a painter a painter who wet his brush in the river and drew color from the midnight sky
while his sketching couldn't be seen it would not be in vein nor would it lack actuality
aesthetically the painting would be useless but its actual function cleverly disguised was societies mirror
when gazed upon nothing was seen hence the illusory cloak of mankind's perceptions was born
the cloak for which pupils cannot see beyond leaves one's mind at ease and free
aimlessly in a vacuum of invisibility our minds wonder where we wouldn't let them be seen
our self justification holds that what we can't see can't hurt us so under our cloak we can be free
so all at once our colors fade and we become as black as the midnight's sky
and at this cost we become remorsefully free
if only their was contrast to be seen between the shadow and dark surroundings
then we could hang it up in a coffee shop or sell it for a profit or autograph it and donate it to a museum
but to a strangers eye it might be assumed the work was the result of a painter down to his last color
or perhaps it would just blend into the surroundings somewhere next to a man and across from a painter a painter who wet his brush in the river and drew color from the midnight sky
while his sketching couldn't be seen it would not be in vein nor would it lack actuality
aesthetically the painting would be useless but its actual function cleverly disguised was societies mirror
when gazed upon nothing was seen hence the illusory cloak of mankind's perceptions was born
the cloak for which pupils cannot see beyond leaves one's mind at ease and free
aimlessly in a vacuum of invisibility our minds wonder where we wouldn't let them be seen
our self justification holds that what we can't see can't hurt us so under our cloak we can be free
so all at once our colors fade and we become as black as the midnight's sky
and at this cost we become remorsefully free