A triptych of unsurreal days spread thick across a middle-aged palette. Vision skeins knot around my temples as I let the world burn outside. A canvas of cured heartstring stands near completion with slick opaque ink. Apotheosis waits in transparent altostratus clouds. I retire for a week in pillowdown daydreams while unused paint sours. I contemplate a pruned willow tree in the rain.
11:34 p.m. - 2016-05-05
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