Vertical Rebellion

In the quiet embrace of the void, lines rise like defiant banners, A symphony of resistance, etched in bold and bright. Each stroke a whisper of defiance, a silent scream of will, A testament to the soul's unyielding fight. The reds blaze with passion, the whites glow with purity, A dance of opposites, a tale of duality. The lines converge, diverge, and intertwine, A labyrinth of thought, a maze of time. Here, in this abstract realm, the viewer finds themselves, Reflected in the chaos, mirrored in the lines. For in this art, we see not just the strokes, But the echoes of our own unspoken thoughts. The verticals stand tall, a beacon of strength, A symbol of the rise against the weight of wrong. In this rebellion, we find our own voice, A call to stand, to fight, to be whole once more. So let the lines guide you, let the colors ignite, For in this art, you find your own light.