Handshake With Symmetry - Dustin Vado

I am in a circular room of paintings
that look more like mirrors.

They are too far to see
as the walls keep moving further.

But if I reach out to one and see myself do the same,
will we ever shake hands
or see the moment I fuse to canvas?

Turning my back on one only reveals another
lonely symmetry retching a parable:

“I drew a heart of swords
and dared to fancy a mind of thoughts,
wrapped my finger with a crown of thorns,
and bled it for health;
a wound tilling sorrow
left unsewn in wealth.”

The painting has the floor,
time and brush
play a song of color:
the walls are plenty close.