Ellipsis

A magnet placed between two equal attracting forces.

A mind in its shack; on a rack, pulled by two opposing horses.

Frost, in a yellow wood; two roads deciding what the course is.

In the black ink, thoughts – think, they see a star in space.

The vision is blinded by a nebula, a strange storm.

Shrouds, clashes, and flashes – like thunder clouds;

And through the tempest a solid, begins to take form…

But, then a nagging cellphone, causes everything to – erase.

The interference against the attention – the focus is unable to assuage;

Patience into irritation, annoyance then rage, the extent of which it’s unable to gauge.

The volition tries to remain sage, and imagination adds the disturbance to the page.

A plastic brush, now, strokes on new layers of acrylic.

It is devoted, and focused, on the perfect technique;

While musing about hues, and points of views, it will be using.

Just as the grasp discerns, and penetrates, the mystique;

An, interrupting, acquaintance ensures efforts are Pyrrhic.

Hephaestus, reworking the metal of the mettle, with divine fire;

Words uplifted in the smoke, concepts consumed in a blazing pyre.

What started off aloft, was brought low – but rose in the end even higher.

Composed By: A.D.