Naked,
stark crisp emptiness.
A Canvas staring at me
oblivious to its ambiguity.
A weight pressing down on my easel
Atmosphere, like a landscape
stretching empty across my thoughts.
And now with a stroke on its surface,
parts are pressing against each other
confronting the void
compressing time
capturing movement.
Creating balance?
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