the molecular artist

he’s beautiful in every dimension in every perception in every iteration
his hands breathe music his mouth is his pen his mind his heart
and even if he has no soul,
the particles which have painted him have created a masterpiece
greater than any he alone is capable of putting on paper,
his lines sharper than those he draws with a protractor,
his eyes projecting the holograms of what he believes to be his imposturous spirit,
yet Truth is the singular thing he is capable of emitting
the only Truth i know to exist,
the bleeding salt from the corners of his sailing ships, the most beautiful feathered almonds, travelling to the moon and back,
and taking me with him.
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