In the warm morning light,
the artist sits at her easel.
In constant dull pain,
she strokes the brush
loaded with vermillion, azure,
ebony, tourmaline.
Vivid life poured
onto canvas, a contrast
to the body
molded and tortured
within plaster casts.
Broken and reset,
the heart and bones
triumph before the burning
ascent to heaven.
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