Color ripples across the wall
Gently etching fractured sunlight in quick succession,
Lending movement to a flat space
In the stillness of your imagination your past selves wander,
Whiling away the hours in silence
Waiting for you to wake up, they pile up
Flimsily stacked masterpieces
Rough sketches on canvas stretched too thin
Abandoned for another time
In another universe
Where you stopped and found
You were finally content