No matter where you go, there you are. – Earl MacRauch and W.D. Richter

stand from here, you can see the sky.
the lights strung lazy across the canvas,
these stars are painted; passing for markers of time;
who holds the brush? he confuses me.

and where i walk is not where i've been,
only where i'm being painted to go.
my existance is the excuse for another brushtroke.
where i've been has been seen by the stars
whenever i've been there, and never for
another breath (yet eerily etched in permenance)

i am never where i am, yet i am
compelled to return to each memory
that i've attached to certain things.
that bed, when i hear that song.
that couch, when i see that film.
your arms, when i think of
never quite taking that chance.

wherever you are, there you will reside for all eternity;
i only hope this artist has the soul to paint you into my arms.

01/07/2004

Author's Note: january patron contest. revised 1/11/04 to enhance the painting theme throughout; it's a tad more coherrant.

Posted on 01/07/2004
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