populated by frames, skeletons of sketches,
dreams, ideas, revisited memories
of artistic creation––a job and hence
lifeless, talent unwound and tied to commerce
Escape to the ideal planet where
thoughts, dreams astound
where reality mirrors vision vexed
not constricted, no chains of status, belonging––
commerce, pride, cages and cages
we make for ourselves to hoard trinkets.
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