woven

canvassing for empty canvases
chasing inspiration that in
an instant becomes extinct ;
a splattered disaster, a stroke

here and there, some reassurance
that ideas can be resuscitated,
the recycled rhythm of nature,
parting with breathing evenly

staring into the starry-eyed sky
flicking alive intuitively, cross-
hatched techniques weave the
ultraviolet twilight out of sight