They're nothing short of infinite,
these thoughts, these rich ideas of mine;
though, crippled in reality,
for which there is no parting line.
Because I cannot slip away
from that which is sustaining me,
I'll mask the concrete sky and earth
with thin, artistic ivory.
Though blank at first, these paper sheets
are much like panes of ductile glass,
reflecting everything I am,
as I control...
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