More, the world
February 24th 2008 21:22
The world has been carved; like a bronze statue;
We admire it, but more paint that arts;
How we do not understand Picasso
But yearn for his work; so we may sell it;
No even hang it for fear of its light,
What we may see in ourselves and the world;
But what we may earn; that is its value.
The world, carved, is now being painted, as art
So that it may be bought and sold for art,
As a piece of ourselves, as artisans
Healing the lonely rift we dare not bare
For a dollar; for power, to forget;
And, that the world is more than our ego;
The world is more than us, our words, our art.
We admire it, but more paint that arts;
How we do not understand Picasso
But yearn for his work; so we may sell it;
No even hang it for fear of its light,
What we may see in ourselves and the world;
But what we may earn; that is its value.
The world, carved, is now being painted, as art
So that it may be bought and sold for art,
As a piece of ourselves, as artisans
Healing the lonely rift we dare not bare
For a dollar; for power, to forget;
And, that the world is more than our ego;
The world is more than us, our words, our art.
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