waking the whole room
with the sounds produced
and shaping the evening
to the grip of my hand
on the minds that are here
bold as a marble chair
and the mission I have with you present
flowing out creativity to be manifested
on a drum beat
my hands have multiple cuts on them
and the burns are healing at their own rate
but I have my paint
thrown out across the air
and this is making my painful personal news
easier to get over
because the crush of chemistry and
the flow of my own
inter-extensive individual gravitational pull
is the vivid sound
and the slow drawing out
of a dripping new curse
that each note brings
and I can make my own momentous
advancement of time
motions that mint
each day as fast as possible
because that is how I am

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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