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THE ABSENT ARTIST
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There on the canvas
a chaos of dazzling colors
pulsates as a blinding blur
of tints and tinges.
At an angle, it throbs
as a soft, slow-mo swirl
of a mute, intergalactic
explosion of hues.
From another, it flows
as a fluid light from a prism
into the depths of a micro-
protoplasmic sea.
Is it a glorious sunrise
or a sad sunset, perhaps?
Or mere myriads of refracted
thoughts and feelings?
The mood and temper
of the art beholder,
the ultimate judge, hard-
headed and fickle:
Does the absent artist
make any sense in what
was or wasn't painted?
Or does that matter?
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