Under the Veil

I thought I saw      
What I thought I knew      
What I thought was real      
What I thought was good      
       
But what I thought      
      was just a thought      
       
And that's all it was      
      just a notion      
      just a guess      
       
a shot in the dark      
       
       
I think, I thought      
I say, I do      
She says, She needs      
He knows, He tries      
       
       
But things we think      
      and say      
      and do      
when clock bells ring      
and hands strike 12      
Are colors stained, beneath dark veils      
canvas of dust, that civil eyes hide      
and the artist      
       
idle      
       
idle, so idle becomes ashamed      
and thinks      
and ponders if there is another meaning to this      
       
shameful portrait      
       
and thinks      
and does      
says, knows      
needs, wants  
      
takes up arms  
   
furious strokes      
       
l e f t      
       
r i g h t      
       
\      
 s      
  l        
   a      
    s        
     h        
      e        
       s        
         \      
       
and        
       
     thrusts -------->        
       
burst noise      
spew sweat      
drip curses      
bleed color      
       
more      
more more!      
  more   more! more!      
 more  more!   more  more!      
more!  more!  more! moremoremore!      
moremoremoremoremoeroerermroeom        
       
And      
       
       
       
now      
       
with  heavy  breath      
       
      another      
       
       
      one more      
       
eyes, stinging sweat, open      
thinking, hoping, praying      
scared, half smiling      
stares      
       
       
and stares      
       
       
       
and      
       
       
       
       
stares      
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
still  
       
       
quiet
       
       
       
canvas of dust      
canvas of lies      
canvas of this and        
canvas of that but      
canvas of what?!      
and down comes the veil      
like it always does      
like it always will      
       
       
and again it is dark      
       
under the veil