On walking paths, on the banks of human rivers
I find empty places to fill with color
I weave together forms
and abstract, fanciful structures
I take over these spaces
Until the rain comes
Drawing lines upon the earth
Creating kingdoms out of dust
Revealing the bright mirror of the psyche
through masks and symbols
Peering back at those who pass by
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