I want to paint…

I want to paint

a perilous plane speeding along the edge of space,

a cool, crazy room with a robot patterned roof,

a precocious person on pursuit around a base.


I want to paint

the taste of a baguette, freshly baked by a French cook,

the smell of Gran’s soup seeping in my nostrils,

the sound of relaxing music taking over the room.


I want to paint

an ant as small as a grain of sand,

a cake as tasty as sweets and chocolate combined,

a 3D movie as realistic as the real thing.


I want to paint the end of this poem.

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