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The battlefield is a pasture, a desert, an Escher-esque catacomb of cosmic proportion... It is a scribble, a stick body With a hollow circle head... It is a block of Earth, creating life with the dead. Ink is the blood running; scattering non-uniformly Across symmetrical horizons And vertical skewed faces, Asking for the emotion you're feeling. A loaded glue gun fires Building muscle and cartilage Sealing wooden bones and providing the foundation Of an artist born... Hair of yarn Marbled tooth and nail Skin of clay. I am a weapon... A heart of paper folds and a mind untold Written in BOLD.
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Art; Weaponized
The battlefield is a pasture, a desert, an Escher-esque catacomb of cosmic proportion... It is a scribble, a stick body With a hollow circle head... It is a block of Earth, creating life with the dead. Ink is the blood running; scattering non-uniformly Across symmetrical horizons And vertical skewed faces, Asking for the emotion you're feeling. A loaded glue gun fires Building muscle and cartilage Sealing wooden bones and providing the foundation Of an artist born... Hair of yarn Marbled tooth and nail Skin of clay. I am a weapon... A heart of paper folds and a mind untold Written in BOLD.
A work about the creation inside all of us artists.
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Soulonf1re
28/M/Pennsylvania
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
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