I paint my canvas smear;
the color of the universe
too fast to see
shaking ceaselessly
with fear.
I paint the world my shade of joy.
My unknowing unraveling present.
Scattered memories of smiles and laughter
fill in the crevices i dodge
Unknown—putrid, runaway unknown—send me
fear for pastels and
detective hands for brushes
And too rigid my stroke
to paint the world electric
I paint my canvas smear;
too slow, I paint still.