When I Can't Paint

When I can't paint
God takes over the skies
Leading me back along a path in heels, 
riding my bike, by two women, three skunks
An orange moon rises over the river, so large it swallows me whole, drowns me in it's juices
as drums beat into the night, a clock ticks, 
angels sing and there will never be another moment of confusion and hope as colorful as this ephemeral doorway to tomorrow

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