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SimplyYuta — Curtain Call
Published: 2019-01-23 01:43:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 185; Favourites: 38; Downloads: 0
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Art is sorcery
and I am but a sculptor,
weaving hammer to chisel
with beautiful bullets
as my easels patient stay for portraits.
From my carved barrel
the thunder crashes bloom
like a smokeless fire’s lily.
The ashes rain away
in rapturous sensation.
The man blinded by power –
my work shall make him see
the folly of shadows
with flitted blossom –
A disappearing art.
With the maven, mute eternal,
she shall hear her voice –
silken smoke butterflies, freed
by billowing watercolor symphonies.
Music to the eyes.
For the soldier torn twain
my chisel thus strikes true;
be still, shattered heart,
ascend as jade
as I complete my paragon.
I am free of law’s hands, for art transcends order;
she is beauty, though rough,
unrefined like rawest marble,
I shall break through metal cages
and release the nameless one.
All are trapped within;
I will set them upon my canvas
I will set them free,
make them beautiful
make them perfect.
