My brush and pen
swirl and twirl...spin and spiral...twist and turn...
all about the color wheel...
dipping and lifting in rhymthic syncronicity.
They virtually dance
and day out...
keeping kaleidoscopic palettes and patterned tangles
and tangoing throughout the ballroom space
within my head.
Sometimes I get exhausted
by their vigor.
"Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order."