The world needs a masterpiece -

A puzzle, a bewilderment,

That grabs it by the balls,

And puts on vulgar display,

All the fearfully unexplored possibilities,

That have yet to see the light of day;

That shatters the chains of its abysmal confinement,

And awakens the suppressed shadow within us all;

A triumph that strikes the poet’s brow with the force of a blow,

Causing him to abandon his symbolic reverie,

And gaze in awe at the inconceivable, precarious mystery of the thing,

While the artist and the musician lower their shaking cups,

And their magnanimous aura peels shamefully away,

Its smouldering embers soon forgotten in the flux of fidelity.

The End

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