Satisfied With My Revisions
Imagination reminds me of things I dare not remember
No idea if they happened or not
Certainly not swirling in pinks and oranges
the way I wanted things to do, amid black and white stripes
I was a modern era woman who adores the mixing of dots and stipes
No one does that! Until they did, famous designers, shaking us up.
Showing us that absolute means nothing. I adore everything sixties.
Memory brings me things I know probably did not happen
But they are spruced up and more exciting now and enthusiasm sells.
I gloss them over, and use psychedelic paint, and play them in my mind.
Satisfied with them.
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