Clear white spirit
Translucent like glass
I pour it into a jar
There’s no time to waste
With a hog bristle brush
Charged with oil colour
And a newly made canvas
Half the size of a door
I’m ready to paint
Peace and war
A clean white spirit
Clear as pool water
With the smell of prehistory
Or of the ocean floor
Why can’t I see you
What you really are
A purified liquid
A liquid star
Trapped by humanity
Inside a jar