Alternate State
The geometric shapes of it
They cut and define
They puncture and fly
There is balance and chaos
They fight and they embrace
And are formed through each other
And the sky is space and a vessel
But there is a sun
Something we can see and relate
There's a sun and land
And itself it is a vessel
For the mind to ponder on
For the eyes to see
For the painters to inspire
For the people to watch
For the energy to capture
Always, until its destruction
For the light to reflect upon
So we can all make it happen
Painting and poem by Julian Baslyk
www.julianbaslyk.com
@j.baslykart
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