Painting Assumed Pictures

...both got a grip slowly-or slowly got something...was i wandering off wholly, or making off-holy assumptions....I saw-propped, this great story....but what-to be of it...could I connect all the dots-then pictured so blurry? Or should I just stop, rejecting thoughts-that think my thought worthy-to achieve a thinking glory...I think-I thought, they need me caught, or to hell with falseful purity...for them read, I writ for them a right- -they left instead, to write me bre(a)d, fearing pizza-not sustenance-enough. They made my mistake again-butterflies, that blow wind with my ocean, leaving fishnets confused-timidly, on drafts-in think of thought fluttering...I cherish that place, and dare 'there'-to here, so dan's-seeing can trump thy dumb game....that president-soon will be seated, in a country I've collected-elected a corrector, and shot endless-still drawing thought, of weapons...