The Artist On
Top hat
scraps of glitter
unedited and unwaivering
eyes unvoiced
on all shades
flew on his hands
faithful Brushes
and for the mouth harp
The Loopticon arrives
ripples from stardust
chromatic silver
and with circular screens
utterly dynamo
completed the color crescendo.
Supplemented
by bewilderment
They all sat on echoes
in the dark
current of ancient logos
Hooray!
Hoodless one
slap with approbation:
The lights please
and the set begins.
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