Observations
By Timothy Davis
Painting: © Nad Wolinska – “Spring”
Today I performed my first surgery. I opened it from the top and watched
it all spill out. The colors were grand and beautiful. No singular color
but a combination that covered the entire visual spectrum. It swirled and
danced all over the operating room while everyone stood awestruck at its
fluidity. Colorful liquid bliss stared up at me and all at once
everything felt at ease. I picked it up and let bulbs of life drop
through my fingers until they crashed with thunder to the ground painting
beautiful circles of nirvana. I spoke to it with gentle melodies and it
sung back to me with an angelic voice and chaotic structure, perfectly
combining both parts good and evil to form that missing word from our
tongues. The unknown, God, luck, fate. It broke through my eyes and with
a powerful cry all emotions flooded the room drowning us in salted
mystery. Suddenly every single decision and action was filled with
purpose.
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Timothy Davis is a poet now living in Brooklyn, NY.
“I enjoy writing because it’s the only way I can explain what I see.” – Timothy
