a shifting surface
bending, swerving
but the accuracy
of the paint
irrelevant
over and across
the lines,
meaningless,
no form, no function
expressing something
unknown,
and yet there
within
imagination
not singular,
organized, directed,
but instead
exploding outwards
across the lines
there is beauty
in the chaos,
and despite the
breaking of rules,
new ones
become defined,
and relevant
in their own right