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
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