Lovely Veils

I am not a mere image of myself

For within myself, there is pentimento

Visible, tangible, concrete

Many of my brightest greens, blues, yellows, and reds stand out

And push through the black, white, and gray layers

Some of my colors are more palettable because of the new veils

For who ever wanted a piercing yellow to be ever blinding?

And are not hard lines the very things that define form

Else I be undisciplined splashes of ambiguity

And not my current self