imagine

imagine the concrete aesthetic;
miasma of an abstract dream,
as monument to genius:
how we balance our absurd passions
with imaginations demand for icons
and paint them up in fiery reds
and psychedelic greens,
when blacker, is our every silhouette;
smeared ink on the world's empty canvas.

Twiggynoir
You have such a mysterious way with words and this poem is just quaintly magical.

Pendemic
So vividly written with words that paint the colors of a well written poem.