Ambiguity counts when nothing is clear. Each element contains 

a hint of the unknown, thoughts mainly rented and never owned.

Frequently we live in this state, an indescribable location, where 

all that becomes accomplished has no reason, probability, or space.

Open to interpretation, abandoned by the muse or inspiration, a 

hesitating reality too far gone. Accountability is obviously vacant.

We do not talk about specifics. We speak more in generalities.

Conceptually abstract, conceivably incomplete, yet bewildering.

The art has a greater dimension than the canvas or its substance.

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