The Masterpiece
Color us a masterpiece
Through smeared strokes
Or movement of metaphor…
Our passion will live
In a world of open song
Dream young genius
See, write, sing, and hear!
Feel the rhythm form
Draw, creating….
To scale that impressionist’s
Psychedelic symbolisms… capture me
As a vividly bold subject
The deeply balanced original,
Freed with an old sculptor’s harmony…
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