Vibrant oil drains erratic
spreading unmagic.
My brain in moving frame
darting charting
in isolation,
breeding new burdens of beauty,
new behaviors.
New ideas
of how to live
that hang off a sopping wet brush,
dying the canvas,
depicting dead ends cut.
Asking how to truly live?
A nobility to give,
my hand making strokes in sand,
where each grain of my being
aligns with causality.
Morality:
What to do in all this connectivity,
with a supreme sense of all the possibilities
of all the elegant structures that we could come to be.