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I want to paint the human soul

From the bungee leap into a raging rapid

And tasting flower nectar

To the violent death of your first tooth

Dancing on crevices, an eye-locking obsession

This artwork spanning mountains and valleys

Backward cartwheels and a gold watch in your pocket

I want my soul to paint the universe

Satiety

There was succulent ripe freshly picked grapes

And hot smoking wholesome bread

Pots of tender well-spiced meat

Vegetables to melt in your mouth

Laid decoratively on a gilded table

Tasteful high-backed chairs and sterling plates

But they stood awkwardly with no appetite

For all I could provide. I smiled and showed them out

Closed the doors, and returned to bed