Writing, Through A Brush

The one time that my brush has composed the words to a piece of free verse.

Pure, pristine innocence.

Encircled.
And soon sucked into a stained, spiraling vortex.
Of avarice and temptation. Lust. Greed. Gluttony.

Jealousy. Anger. Doubt. Anxiety. Negativity.

Impatience. Sloth. Conceit. Fear. Withdrawal. Denial. Falsehoods.

Ephemeral pursuits. Vice.

The preponderance of the I.

A myriad inveigling hues of the horned sorcerer.
A relentless whorl.

Till the very end.

And then, a reversal, a revertal, a return to the origin.

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