Shaken up, shaken out.
Within and without.
Blind sighted by the works,
an artist’s world.
They say hindsight has 20/20 vision,
changing focus, just a small alteration.
Guided by the unseen,
what has not yet been,
what ceases to be complete,
till eventually the wound bleeds,
and heals ever faster, sweet.
Take a seat,
don’t expect it to be free,
trying to keep things neat,
trying never a good idea, might I repeat.
So today I can proclaim,
that some things are not done in vain.
From a space,
so pure, untouched and kept in place,
hurtling ever faster to a very, very similar fate.