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Today I held a magnifying glass up to a crumb.
Unidentifiable, even magnified at 12 times its size. I
couldn’t tell what larger piece of food it had fallen
from. But there I sat, inspecting the thing until I forgot

Complexities like veins,
Arteries,
Simple like maybe best friends
Doesn’t mean something
Now like then
Not so much anymore
Then like now
And still there’s blood traveling through
 Me like you.
 

someday
time will have distorted your features
beyond recognition and my paintings
wont make sense like they used to—

today i see a map, a skeleton, a face.

but someday...

someday
all youll be is paint.