with the shake of a can and a pop of the cover,
a diamond-eyed artist will soon discover
that art isn't always an abstract notion;
but rather a product of the body's motions.
flashes of colors are melting and fading,
swirling and dripping and slowly cascading.
shudders in the darkness don't stanch his flow
as beads of his sweat begin to glow.
so, hence from his mind to paper to concrete
the image of freedom is born indiscreet.
and he will not easily fail to recall
that night when he first encountered the wall.
~a lil sum'n my girl free'd