Should I Any Longer Paint of It?

Innocence there and

So clearly

The spectacular, always brand-new

Until I drew the curtain of unknown things

A Pandora’s Box of personal-universal darkness

A black-smoked blindfold

A modus operandi of thick-skinned-ness scarred

Because of that,

I’ve wondered if I should any longer paint of it

Beautiful Pictures, excited green or peaceful orange