Saturday, October 29, 2016

reading Dorothea Tanning

these properties and inventions
that are made each day
by artists in bewildering array

confuse me and ask me to think
and yet I lose my way
I can't do what they say

and so I consult the oracle to find
that nothing is certain   that the world retreats
and music itself is a thundering beat

every part of the learning is difficult
and I can't find the bone or the meat
I must go now to consult the oracle sheet 

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