action
and
inaction.
I don't really know it.
I don't actually feel it.
But how would I know?
that's when spirals come forth
like spirals tend to
eruptions from the heart
front and center.
everything is thick,
thick outlines surround
and create essentials
always selected
and with care.
I've dealt with thickness,
but now it's in color.
Like colors do,
overwhelmingly.
The shapes just make
their souls pop.
Like
a fizz that ruptures
upon onslaught
on overlap
on tragic tragic intersection.
action.
and.
inaction.
I think I'll look somewhere else.
and... think.