I prevail
Through the soft comb of autumn’s breeze
Preserved within the warmth of home
Docile and mute
With eagerly traveling fingertips

The many paths they carve
Are of my own flesh and psyche
Toiled upon through the night
And paved beneath the glow of epiphany

I deal in pages
From the golden helm of dusk
To the blistering depths of unyielding dark
The kettle screams loyally through it all
Its steaming revelations I treasure and heed

I rifle further
Through the blank unknown
Purging, the worldly crimes ive retained
The byproducts of nefarious deeds
In this grand spectacle
Of misery and distress

Yet too few dare indulge
Far too few
Take off into these uncharted worlds
Distorted by color, ever proud and boastful

It begins
Cold, pale and plain
Bitter and untested
Harsh and untamed

I cake on excessively
Until saturation takes hold
More and more
Piling an ugly cacophony of hue
Stewing and troubling in its realm of chaos and dissent

Day in and day out
I layer this new world
Directionless and unsure
As the colors run, clash and disperse
Quarreling atop each other
For my stern and concise command

I tend to who I can
In broad and hideous strokes
Drowning their pleas, in off color peril

The colors all rage
And feed upon my existence
Slowly seeping through the fragments of my slumber
Without complaint
I am coated in the matter of my works
My vitality consumed, in the loyal hues I once oversaw

There is nothing else
Only the rebellious tides i’ve conjured
A flood I am fated to obey
Gushing recklessly into familiar seas of old