Looking for the answers looking for the questions
such a pretty picture painted in my mind
hidden behind a turpentine waterfall
above the river formed by the cascade
where the parasites swim and hopes drowned
I sit in the shore gazing at the picture
distorted by the falling liquid but I am missing
displaced from the hanging expression
torn from the canvas, I am made of paint
how to return I would surely melt away
and so from a fallen tree I carved a boat
then sailed to the falling death that separates us
past the demons feasting on drowning hopes
against the current to the falls and there I’ve stopped
I know my place it calls to me
but how to get there in one piece
my body whole so I may stand in the technicolor nirvana