existential art

the canvas rends

and the center of the portrait gapes

eager to be filled

tattered edges flap

held loosely by the frame

as they line up

uncertain of their task

how to paint

when there is nothing

upon which the color clings….

his brush sweeps

across the void

an abstract flourish

in the empty space

curious, she queries

‘what is it?’

to which he answers

‘who am i’

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