let me paint this pitcher,
of my mind's written scripture,
each stroke of the brush,
is a thoughts reflection,
the color of the paint,
is the color of my moods,
the canvas it lies on,
is the canvas that is my mind,
my soul is the brush,
in which I paint with,
the canvas is the world,
I paint my pitcher upon,
the pitcher that is painted,
is seen different by the eyes,
by the people in which it lies,
in their vision of the seen,
with hidden messages,
and secret meaning,
and while the last painted is studied,
my mind is pregnant,
and a new one is born,
and it all begins over
in life's work of art.
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