Salvador
Melting clocks hanging from the branches of trees.
A strange array of objects without time or place.
Butterflies emerge flying against the breeze.
Nothing makes any sense within this inner space.
Salvador, you brought us into a world so strange.
A motley of colors within a plane of two dimensions.
Disseminated disproportionate entities within a range.
Few of the brightest can grasp comprehensions.
You are gone, but your work we can see.
It is all a venturous escape from reality.
"Persistence of Memory"
by Salvador Dali
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