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Re-creation Etched From Graphic Flaws.

Updated on June 13, 2017

Recreation Etched from graphic flaws.


Purity as once

my unblemished

candescent soul shone

but tainted by the

bright white lights,

that cast shadows

on my life,

even as the white

noise of applause,

paled me to a whiter shade.

I am a dark hoarse

a voice that once trilled

brilliant images

graced by my muse.

Innocence is

the first sense

to flee the vile flesh,

like driven snow

it darkens from the sludge

we wallow in

as years blow past.

But I can close my eyes

and remember the

incandescent brilliance

of my impeccable youth.

A canvas left white

in my brush with God,

a masterpiece unfinished

then flawed by the pigments

the earth put forth

in which I mixed later works.

Someday when

my soul leaves

my stained

carcass of parchment

etched with the sorrows

of missing the mark,

it will sail through white clouds

redeemed as it basks in the

alabaster epitome

of my own creator

and know pure

white beauty forevermore.

Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2017


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