Broken pieces that don't fit?
You say they don't- make sense?
It's a jigsaw puzzle to knit.
Otherwise - it is pretense.
A fractured painting
a perfect contradiction
The rhetoric has fainting
ideas that hint at redemption.
Broken pieces that don't fit?
You say they don't- make sense?
It's a jigsaw puzzle to knit.
Otherwise - it is pretense.
A fractured painting
a perfect contradiction
The rhetoric has fainting
ideas that hint at redemption.
A meandering mind will soon enough find conformity -
and within that herd spreads a madness of uniformity
as the rails merge the obsequious fawns to fill the stalls
with kindred humans - listen, to silence of the calls.
I see only me
What genius I be.
Fools bend the knee
and ask to see
this - my anarchy.
(Image: Narcissus by Caravaggio)
(Image: Narcissus by Caravaggio)