What I create has no agenda.
If it did, it’s a gay magenta.
A puce confusion none could ignore.
Answerless understanding’s Art’s core.
The reds run clear as purple takes form.
Then blue bleeds from violet’s spent red warm.
Azure & cobalt wiped across sight.
Aqua nipping heels to catch green light.
Kelly & pine crack the world in two.
They fade & yellow as living do.
Dusk drops dark over hazel sunset.
All color sinks in black oubliette.
Something was processed in heres & nows.
Whilst, unconscious calm takes tranquil bows.
L.B.Stowe 