HorizonWe spoke of art.
He said he could see something, and put it in my heart.
My hand held the brush...I felt a rush...
I was just a vessel to his vision, and as he spoke, my body translating with each stroke
Our melding...A solitary mission for two, a thread of blue.
His imagination-
emanation, flowing from his heart to my hand and now to your soul.
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