i live in a painted mind

I dream in cloth, watching colors bleed through, from ink pins held in hands of acquaintances. When things look dry I throw tears upon the canvas and watch the colors swirl and mix like cirrus clouds blown by trade winds. My soul illustrated out for a moment as the colors mix like memories floating in and out of subconscious. Where black becomes gray and gray becomes blue when mixed with sky, and sky falls to ocean becoming deeper in depth and tones of rich cerulean color my innermost. The midnight colors become deep green when smashed against the rocks, flowing outward in a conscious stream forming forests and plains and where the land falls creating chasms and gullies, the watery blue rushes in to fill the void becoming thoughts. Words higlight on the canvas creating stars like ideas as they rain upon the earth and sea creating impacts causing the fabric to bend an shift, rippling outward causing spasms as neurons react to action. Restlessness of comets speeding from pentip across synapses inside of meteors. Like starlight streams of silver from spattered paint fills the sky as realization frees itself from unease and denial... and all this to pool then swirl the drain as dawn breaks a glass pane