Form
You sketch, and erase,
re-sketch, re-erase,
sketch anew --
Tweaking the vision each time
You weren't fixed
on a final product per se,
but you'd know it when you saw it.
I throw paint at the canvas,
drip, bleed, and smear.
And stare at splotches until I'm convinced
I feel something worth feeling more of.
It was all art, really
- written by Cortland Gilliam

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