"The art of Invention by Winter Shaw"
An artistic world of make believe envelops my sights and drowns my soul,
colors and shapes spill from emptiness to fill this destination,
creation of ones heart, organized by emotional sway,
tick tick tick that old clock
clacks it's boredom out loud,
audible it's tedium,
An energetic play spins past the stage,
whirling and gathering momentum.
A dust collective
accumulating into a cloud of new invention.