Fond Memories of the Misunderstood
Absurd thought from mental illness,
Create works steeped in high culture.
An open minded approach to technical innovation?
Somewhat disorganized, in lengthy segments,
Two events, both impressive.
The uninitiated begs the question.
A testament to relevance?
A slice of reality is so rarely seen.
She seems to say nature.
And so must we.
I don't know the narrator of fiction.
But he has very bad karma.
Disjointed nightmares propel each story.
A different reality from one to the next.
Voices, so vividly looking for love among the dead.
Language requires cosmetic amputation to be attractive.
Pigeon gibberish goes beyond personal.
Switch directions.
Paint abstractions on the back of a leaf.
Be in the natural trepidation.
The hands explain insecurities.
People buy things of guilt.
There are low tech hidden cameras.
Chronicles of loyalty squandered.
Recall basic math from books made of paper.
Begin with an application vulnerable to the argument "X".
Based on extensive studies,
The message requires an enormous amount of stuff.
Our anxieties usually predict fear.
Start right away.
A whale sings babies to sleep.
Birds let the viewer sort out the details of artistic fundamentals.
Despite the efforts, people kill people.
You linger, you lose.
Slow down to realize that last thing,
The thing so enjoyed,
Art without performance.
Another poem from emptiness?
Perhaps.
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