A Canvas

inspired the thought process of a divine being the thoughts now rushing cascading over the flintlock skin of faith I partook of the lathe and shaved off the brow so sunken and sully musing dully of death and the divine in time a vine and a dressing the salad tossed aside and left to the limelight my might my resolve left no night going headlong into loving doting upon my children the kiln and the wedding ring of fired clay so I sat and sipped the spray of the day and the flight what next I say I say of fright- "No more my partner in my fight," and next of lust- "You sit behind trust, and pull at the corded braids running down her back," and at last I find hope hope... ...hope.