Off the easel

For either

Lack of definition

Or want of it

Speculation rampant

Foams and looms

Like the sky 

Drizzling watercolours

Puddles translucent
In endless flux

Like shifting seas

Of tinted algae

On parchment seeping

Holding little

Later than sooner

But sometime

For certain

This riot of hues

Like the turmoil

Of ignorance

Eats away

Into itself. 

(Penned June 15, 2010)