Poem: In the Moment

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I'm starting on a blank canvas.
Pristine, untouched
prepared with loving hands.
The brush touches the surface
there's no going back.
Flaws and perfection
accident and true design
evolving in the moment.
Colors swirl and take shape
forms appear before my eyes.
I've learned to let the muse
take hold and guide my hand.
Plans never last longer
than a fleeting moment.
The bare bones in my mind's eye
the details become clear
at that very minute
that very second.
It all comes together
without my conscious effort
to get in the way.

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