Shadow muse

I am reflecting like a muse

a painting that will be my face

 

this portrait will gray into the charcoal lines drooping to the edge of canvas and gravity

 

Dotted Van Gogh you are not immortality,  rather a dead man’s striving

 

The shadows never feel a thing for any of us- it doesn’t  matter what color we are dressed in when we walk in front of the sun

 

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