Loud Paintings 2

Loud Paintings

 

Swirling and slicing through the white it builds

And entangles senses in its trap of textures.

It whirls you in. The strokes sing as they fill

Your ears, until all you hear are questions.

 

You fall into the cacophony of paint

Tornados of hues rushing past

It turns the so-called world grey and faint

As canvas pulls you in and holds you fast.

 

Your answers it holds hidden in smears of timeless

Defiance. You almost hear it, then—Silence.

 

 

The End

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