Classics in Art, Music, Literature
live beyond temporal limits.
Touching chords when seen and heard,
on canvass, in melodies, with written words.

They can be young and fresh,
or ancient and frayed.
With messages and stories
ringing true through every Age.

They transcend places
and march boldly through time.
Still relevant,
Still beautiful,
Eternally sublime.

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the persistent din, drinking
       as much in
Port or starboard, seeking
       cheap taste, like Gin.
Blunt, wash away
       constantly
any and all situations, we're in
       wasted, a National preoccupation.
Down in the hatch, consuming
       combustible
plant matter, fun ingesting
      soaked in waste we
stumble away/
      wasting.

I know that you're made of alot of broken pieces,
Just like a mosaic.
Mosaics are beautiful and colorful,
Just like you.