sun freeze to sun melt

i used to worship the sun and then out of the blue it melted me into a liquid state of strange coherence--

the sun then began to evaporate my matter and I spiraled up around the legs of the people passing by --everyone in a rush 

but on the corner a painter with his brush and a steady flame of inspiration and a perspective of perfection stood contemplative in front of his canvas -- upon further inspection of this section of the city -- I see a pretty bird 

and then a gust of wind tosses me aside into a flagpole and I drip slowly down back to the ground -- the city's bustling sound -- the automobile forces agitate my particles and I flow into cigarette butts and shattered glass

the painter from before looks down and takes notice of the brilliance of my matter  -- he bends down to inspect closer and then dips his brush into my liquid consciousness -- he stands still for a moment before his canvas and then proceeds to paint me onto it

a stroke of his brush

everyone around him in a blurry rush>>>>>>>>>>

another stroke of his brush

as time lapses inevitably, I realize I am becoming a yellow egg yoke

or no wait, I have become a painting of the very sun that melted me in this midsummer's moment

fin