:: pictures ::

This gratification, illusion'd by this perfect surreality,

has totally blinded me from the remains of unfinished reality.
I, benighted far from the exhibition of my sinful amorous nature,
have been tainted black with shades of disrespect and self-acquisitions.
My deliberate ignorance never was an option even for partial assurance,
with too many sketches of misfortunes reciprocated
with coats of forbearance and inflammation on this canvas of artemiscity.
Pardon me for this cruel and colorless, unforgiving portrait.
Please, God.
It is discoloring.
It is no secret that I have laid one too many failed pictures that stains unconditionally.
Let me paint with penance and clarity,
and beautiful permanent pigmentations of
poems, merriments, devotion, sincerity, fidelity and love.