Art (Working Title)

Step off of the
Canvas so I
Can see the light from construction of you

Painted by hand
A brush of care
A voyeur strains to see you move

'Cause you seem to
Hide well the
Lines of time
The effort to be
You must be more effortless in this

No one can break you heart
If your heart
Is hidden in a canvas
You're just art

Sit quiet, sill
To shape this shape
You're beautiful in other space

Stay close inside
I cannot lose
The view of the quickening destruction of youth

How violently tragic, you know
Nothing as a world that cheats your
Watch, yet I know every line of you
Somebody has to lose
It's me
The dreamer of impossibilities

Step into the
Canvas so I
Can feel the numbness it is to be you

Paint me by hand
Handle with care
My reemergence into view

See, I'm not quite
Dead yet, there's
Love enough inside to feel me
Slipping from this life till I am old
Fixed in a frame and sold
A dream
A voyeurs chance to slip inside of me

How cold can
The cold get
Before we all forget the sun?

And everything, everything I become something
More, someone real, someone
Who can only feel the loss of all that's done before

But no one can know my heart
If my heart
Is buried in this canvas
I'm just art

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