I must really need
to poke
the bear
truth test hairy chest
whatcha made of in there
bear equals dragon
our subconscious fears hidden
the shading in our painting
gives depth
beauty
meaning
without shadow we spin in circles
two reigns steer our chariot for-ward
suppress darkness
to manifest horror
life
slippery tight rope
no joke
such a gift
cut safety lines
full force fired
directly Divine
careful dears
danger
charred angels
sing saintly
may I suggest
live life more
painterly.
Day Gun