Reflecting on Vincent's Starry Night
Pausing to intrigue myself
with an artist's dream
alive on canvas.
Vincent, I think it was,
(Funny how, when you share a person's
suffering it places you on a first-name basis with them
a sense of vague understanding having been observed)
affording us stars at night
while carefully masking
hidden anguish.
Tortured internally,
externally able to share
sensitivity's placid vision;
I can't help but wonder if
he could not somehow
wish to trade
the tranquility in his piece
for a little peace
of mind....
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