Where are they?
the creators and makers
of the beautiful things?
They that twist and turn and weave
life into art, art into life.
And the dreamers and perceivers,
they for whom the hum and drum
is much too hum
and not enough
drum.
I would have their names
but their names are
Colour, Motion and Melody
—things I cannot speak.
I could say that
I lust
after them,
but lust always turns to jade
and I could never become
tired of that which is
created, made, dreamt and perceived.
Ex Tempore XLIV
M.M. — 18-Mar-2013
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