Eric VanBuren

COVID & PRISON

The violet mercurial moon; it is. Alight and brilliant... hewed in red-green, yellow-blue contemplation... torn asunder; it is. A stippled grayish matter of gravity; it is not... neither balanced or logical, a chaos opposing a portrait of death... but isn't until; it is. Abstract abject tetradic vermillion fear; it lives. A coquelicot addictiveness; is how it exist. Adjunct aureolin lectrurer; its being... but isn't unless; it is. An acrylic angelically breath taking anamorphosis; it feeds...while; it is. A god; it is? Yet it brings sarcoline life to a canvas of obsidian death... but; it is not. Until we can create creation; it is.