A For Effort

Some
Times
A
Painting
Can
Begin,
Then
Never
End.
Too
Much
To
Say
In
Just
One
Day,
It
Can
Become
A
Form
Of
Play,
Layers
Moving
From
Blue
To
Grey
To
White,
The
Whole
Surface
Sucking
Up
The
Light,
Cracks
And
Fissures,
Slashed
By
Scissors,
Precious
Liquid
In
A
Burst
To
Satisfy
The
Burning
Thirst
Of
Worlds
Gone
Awry,
Under
A
Shattered
Sky.