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Supplication
Your genius is spilling over with radiance:
the vividness of shade, and tone, and shapes.
Your sculptures are perfection we admire.
You practice every break between the sun
and moon’ dispute, to soothe the old star’s fire.
Oh, hear-say: each time your restless brush
remains intact- a symphony of draft
among your craft is spun in mayhem play:
the bare branches, banded to the ground,
provoke a sound of drums, enhanced with extra zing
of the trembling violin, accompanying the wind.
Your passion stirs the surge of a thousand waters.
And then again- is peace!
And then again- is beauty!
So, what am I in this magnificent rostrum?
-A short time traveler, observer, witness;
experiment, explorer, is there more?
We live in tangled symbioses and I am yours to mingle.
With all the brilliance your colors linger,
can you make me, once more, younger?
