Scanning Old Paintings

Withered canvas in a new color, sentiments evaporating, ancient moments jumping into the present, a meltdown and a flash flood of hues, cracklings of the whole light, anti configuration for all the dihedral angles, a lot of faces with red scarring understanding some riots and any unborn silent scream, a brief flutter of the skipped heartbeat, no static evolutionary movement, a need to envisage the political imagination of national freedom within the florescent frameworks, many disorders of eruptive erosions and erosive eruptions to galvanize the ugliness. Poem by Marieta Maglas