Rothko, plutonian spectrum bursting the atom blowing our minds
to smithereens smashing the illusions of eternity,
hubris, should be only expounded on in art
because the heart only wishes to teach what the eyes perceive to be
to love the whole of humankind
is but atoms bound by sunshine
and that very love a desire so profound
that to be negated was the surest way to nirvana
because that sun melted melded your mind's eye, alien-kind
transcendent yet bound to this time is standing still, shocked out of
complacency
by the fire of consciousness, levitating as it sucks the moisture out our
bones
and the eyeballs out our heads
once this happens your brush becomes sadness
and the brightest of days becomes the night
you looked into it's maw
