he's at the museum. stark pageantry bathing in halcyon.
he spies a frame and dismembers the calligraphy
of color wheels and myocardial infarction.
he smiles at Renoir.
he can not advance. too many white walls
with square holes. better to ponder them
than hurry off...to contemplate the space
and the unspeakable sum
of the arts.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
he's at the museum. stark pageantry bathing in halcyon.
he spies a frame and dismembers the calligraphy
of color wheels and myocardial infarction.
he smiles at Renoir.
he can not advance. too many white walls
with square holes. better to ponder them
than hurry off...to contemplate the space
and the unspeakable sum
of the arts.
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