the way the white line streaks across from left to right across the framed arbitrariness of art leaves me thinking ah the frame now i perceive thrice removed but still i recollect the odor of drying paint the aftermath of coupling the kitchen the day after a party basements and restaurant alleys
but who can account then for the sweeps of red the blotches of off-white the tan swath contoured for no real purpose whatsoever as if it's all rather thoughtless anyway
only in the perceiving do we verify i perceive and i think about my perceptions i surmise the reality of those thoughts and i play with the imagination until i fall asleep in the warm desert sun
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the way the white line
streaks across from left
to right
across the framed arbitrariness
of art
leaves me thinking
ah the frame
now i perceive
thrice removed
but still i recollect
the odor of drying paint
the aftermath of coupling
the kitchen the day after a party
basements
and restaurant alleys
but who can account then
for the sweeps of red
the blotches of off-white
the tan swath contoured
for no real purpose whatsoever
as if it's all rather thoughtless
anyway
only in the perceiving do
we verify
i perceive
and i think about my perceptions
i surmise the reality of those thoughts
and i play with the imagination
until i fall asleep
in the warm desert sun
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