I’ve sometimes found that wisdom
Makes itself at home
On the softest sigh
In a droning tone
Where no colors fly
And seconds turn to stone
Seeking out its seekers
If you’re found
You’ll stick around
Archives for January 17, 2020
Gallery
Enter your gallery
And look around
At all the paintings
Of everything by you
If anything, why, you
Must tear it all down
But wait, leave the walls
Better than you found them
Flatter than silence
Cleaner than light
Exit your gallery
Just slink away
Rouse no suspicion
Bounce for no fight
But, mind
Don’t leave the trash
Behind
And look around
At all the paintings
Of everything by you
If anything, why, you
Must tear it all down
But wait, leave the walls
Better than you found them
Flatter than silence
Cleaner than light
Exit your gallery
Just slink away
Rouse no suspicion
Bounce for no fight
But, mind
Don’t leave the trash
Behind