The Human Condition.
Held fast by the passion of drive,
tormented with visuals moving at
the speed of light;
Easing the easel into the eye of the storming
emotions...to face the consequences of rejection,
dejection;
Face value, is just that...nothing more,
nothing less, impregnated with innocence
spiraling out of control, held close
with haunted thoughts of more;
Forbidden talents that scream to the four winds of chance,
a choreography in slow motion...held fast,
by the ball of despair in the heart of hope;
Paint me this vision with a hand of freedom,
with strokes of rapid abandonment, garnish all
with self induced satire, then add the wildness that
only talent brings to the fore.

and thank you for your patience. I will conclude all comments and the final judging within a week at the latest.
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