Song of 81 Poems - XXXV

Hark, I felt it, an ape’s character.
   Yes, our party died, Gnosis was upon her,
Tethered behind every mountain.
Pass it all on,
  Okay, we cared, you and I lived.

Did we make figure art better?
  A borderline community of ideas,
See why I followed progress.
Dazzle, discover you never understood beauty.

The Muse, sees all.
I tried, they wasted me, sculpted hot and dirty.
My queen’s sculpture envies, eyeing music.

Bad aesthetics have such freedom.
Some original experiment there . . .
    Try hard, a nude-minded metaphor.
Insanity buy you trust,
    I sum, very curious,
A vile fellow around pure life.

Canvases might live, create and write,
Balance bold and soft.
Catching a child, straight, 

    nervous freedom, 

    imagine a woman’s curiosity.
A hard, soft sculpture which glitters.
Girl, buy the full opportunity,
   Calm the crazy leader.

Song of 81 Poems:

  1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81