How much pain
should we knowingly invite—
the gallery says all, and all at once.
Otherwise, why paint or write
if not for ends hidden in plain sight?
I watch you disappear
into the next room knowing,
one day, this room will be my life.
How much pain
should we knowingly invite—
the gallery says all, and all at once.
Otherwise, why paint or write
if not for ends hidden in plain sight?
I watch you disappear
into the next room knowing,
one day, this room will be my life.