Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Blue(s) Mask

When I knew I couldn't be happy for you
Until I realized my triumph,
I saw the writing on the wall:

How could Art not reveal ourselves?

There is no one mask that can be wholly true.

And that's all there is
When it comes to Art:


So now that I've given you up
To give up on Truth,
I'm hopelessly amused and endlessly tired.

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