This painting - it's canvass a field huge and waiting
the corns waving heads standing gold in the sun.
A canvass for the painter to channel the spirit
of the shapes in his minds-eye to the canvass they run.
Geometry unfolding a temple creating
a space to be peaceful, a space to reflect
not visible from earth; the earth that we stand on
from these transient cathedrals we sit and connect.
Through a portal, to somewhere, to people unknown
we sit in our temples knowing we're not alone
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