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Amber oil
Amber oil, framed
Upon a wall
My heart becomes enthralled
and stalls
This painting caves in delicately as the particles around get sucked into the Amber oil
My face goes black from horizontal lines that invade my personal space
Here's it is mushed, liquidy brown, gold streak of great magnitude strumming above me and than to the ground
Here it is so lovely....Here there is but 'ONE' sound
Like magnets my oil skin slides up into a cartoon form
In which I felt my life was destined to be born.
More motion is here than I had anticipated
All is at peace and no deliberation flicks me in the ear
It's so simple, so graceful, And my heart as if hears
The true lesson that softly dwells within here
Slowly as these untraditional, habitual, insecurities, come out to play
Is when that amber oil truth
begins
To fade
Returning once again to outside the painting frame
