I want to paint the One.

[Brittany]

I know what you mean, Gemini Wolf. At times recently I have began muttering jibberish- sounds that seemed to be completely random but I felt them spilling out of me like some kind of energy. The one I get the most is "hamanaeth shevatsvah"...I hear that in my head all the time. Those syllables resonate with me for some reason. Here is my attempt at writing a poem about not being able to write a poem. Lol.

Clouds
golden sunlight but
somewhere it is
night as well.
An infinite vacuum of stars.
Four directions,
I look to the
in-between spaces.
More than color,
more than sound.
Shaped by the heart,
subtle nuances.
An earthworm is a meteor.
We all vibrate,
notes on a piano,
dots in minimalist
expression of some
breathtaking painting
hanging in an Italian church.
Try to catch
all the fish in the sea
with a net of glowing lace...
stretching out to touch
the infinity of space,
slipping into fragments,
paint chips
that scatter like glitter-
sands of the ocean of thought.
Your love
slips between my fingers
and into my heart,
where it curls,
a warm animal
by the fire
being stoked by
the creative bellows
that call me to write,
to strive to speak
the unspeakable,
to lay my fingers across
that which is untouchable.
Everything shines.