Ode to Art

I long to be your deity,To stroke your entirety With the palette of my choosing As I cover you in colorAnd give you life.Never mind what I useIt is assured I will always have a use.I love the way you grant me competence,Complete control.I  love the way you speak for me,You make sense. What a relief it is Not to flounder for wordsWhen I speak.Here, I am my own muse.

 

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