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the creative soul of a child
wet finger paint
swirling, swishing, swooshing, swooping
shapes on the wet paper
Time dries the work of art
and also the creative soul, sometimes
as the child is taught the dirty devices of the world*
corrupted by time and duty

the question becomes
how to un-corrupt the soul
how to become like a child again
could it be so simple?
is my soul just
dried pans on my palette?
will I come to life again
I just add water?

*the dirty devices source.