Miro Made Surreal

bright doodles
erupt
 from unconscious
minds
the common fears
 and complaints of life
      
             Of looking into
                          of looking through
the imperceptible  crowd
  of creative gravity                                  
     found
things      no-things     
 no-forms
      afloat    
 whirling  
    or resting
in the 
mansions
  housed
      within
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