I saw it like a dream
The colors faded to gray
Like an old movie
Every stroke I drew
Floated across the canvas
Waiting on colorless clouds
My soul drawn out on paper
A single false impression
Engraved in dull acrylic
A rush of spirit
Spelled out in flurries of white ink
Shimmers of faith set in motion
My mind portrayed it as threadbare
My brush cast an illusion
A blank portrait ‘twas not
Petite threads drowned in white
The mimicry set in place
A strange notion of hollowness
Filled by a strange notion
To satisfy the mysterious void
The blatant emptiness, an untruth in the making
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