It was the border that beautified the madness.
Vertiginous—down, down
the gaze into the white canvass
where color and imagination
grew wings.
Each errant stroke a stroke of luck,
the errancy deliberate.
Lines crossed, never questioned, all pain
with purpose to construct.
Questions, bounteous, answered
by a single nervous impulse.
A cigarette, a silence, a madness sparks the speed—
to counter complete implosion: explosion,
a declaration of need.
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