Synesthesia
The painting exudes
how I feel
when the words
flow --
A blend,
a progression --
Then a shift.
A sea-journey
I plumb without a
foregone conclusion --
The lexeme
playfully sounding
in color and air --
A leap into
recognition and
oxygen --
for the chase.
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