The Artist

A light-headedness too light to be breached

A numbness too warm to be uncomfortable

A light too dim to usher in a desire to blink

A silence too deep to sight from the surface

A memory too stark to notice blurring edges

A night too close to consider a memory

A time relived too many times to deserve a remembrance

A thought too loud to need a voice to be heard

Subtlety is a fledgling of an art

Conceived to cover the most ingenious plots

An art performed by artists most ruthless

Skimming away on the dreams of the faint-hearted

Too frightened to finger the crevices of an after thought

Leaving the artist a freeway to another show, another mind

The brainchild of a devious mind

Yellow pepper in heartless ravines

Clinging to past glories

Assuring the comfort of childhood blankets

A familiarity too priceless to be bought

Eyes red with the fever of an unforgiving guilt

There remains a faint nostalgia

For the familiar, the forgotten,

The begetter, the begotten,

The forgiving and the forgiven.

Yours truly.