I see a universe within a canvas,
a face within the stars,
the continuum of time drips and folds through its own open space.
The texture of the sky is reflected in this view,
the blackness of the night to the depth of our sight.
The circles of black holes,
life reflected in the artist stroke.
It is black, it is white with shades of grey,
just like the life we bestow every day.
Shattered shells to the entanglement of lives
could be the stars in the sky or the dimensions of our moon.
The broken burst of grey that encircles the heart,
the uncertainty of the universe playing its part.
A life within a life
A world within the paint
A galaxy in the strokes of colorless color.