All you life you've been striving
to say it, to make yourself worthwhile
with your thoughts, words and battles;
to share your erotic nightmares
and godly dreams, what it was all for,
why it is and what will be;
striving to bring others into your cave
to sit by the heat while you draw
scenes of hunting rituals
by the flickering light of the fire
burning inside of you.
Mix each pigment: maroon, amber
white and coal; crushed from the juices
of love, fear, life and death.
Draw your lines carefully,
for though your voice is new,
the art is ancient and fearsome.
Watch as paint drips like blood
from the tip of your inspiration; watch
as the figures you render begin
to shiver and sway, a hypnotic charm
drawing you in, to the places
in yourself you never wanted to see.
Listen as they whisper it, chanting
your mantra; the soft sound of a pepper tree
rustling its thousands leaves.
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