Flecks of ochre
like crumpled autumn leaves
flashes of black
like cries stuck in your throat
taut wires
crossing each other
that tangle
like the paths of yesterday and tomorrow
And then white splashes
crumbs of light
falling from the sky
as if someone
had shaken their dream
above the painting
All is chaos
all is balance
all is life
stubbornly dancing
even in the midst of tumult.
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