April 1, 2009
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A boundless paintbrush
Holds a thousand hairs, each ones bares a story
And as the brush strokes the naked canvas
A hair becomes bloated with thoughts and
Lets go
And follows the threads to find a new color
It searches the sky
A tub of floating clouds sticking to the sun
Scouting the patronized earth
Box inside of box
And then
A light kiss is planted on the brush
A new story blooms
Its veins absorb the whole
Teaching its hue

This Traveling
Brush is dipped in

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