rough sketch

the dust hangs
eyes glaze
to stare intently at a maze
doesn't plot escape.

pretend it's highly delicate.
it's shaded lightly
intricate
the nuances made relevant
so no one
no one
touches
it

the art from tortured spirit shakes
shackles break the spirit's wake
and make a date with stop and wait.
this canvas makes for your escape

think i don't see the whole picture do i
or see through the true lie

the pretentiousness is indiscreet
flowers grow at all our feet...
the rough sketch is not complete
and i'd rather see it real than neat

oh it's you.
under
the glaze the dust the maze the flower's gaze.

always knew that anyways

still life (the other)