Of Arts and Their Craft


What prisms aspersed in opulence more piercing than prudent sights
And psalms in sorrowfully spirited songs silentious to selfish mights
Discerned wholly in eruditest of dreams a distance from destiny’s realm
Exist far too emphatically unsystematic for command by actuality’s helm.

From the frail flights of fancy for which figments forge their folk
Spirits seeking salvation, asseveration, sire savoir-faires which so evoke
A vast and vigorous haven--whose heelless fields impede no seed
As gleams in ingenuity lead into deeds foreseen by no form proceeding.

Those fruits of oases--bared susceptible, unique--live in crisp configurations,
In sound elucidation. Through means of creation, mortal men reprieve burdens
Which quell hearts, hush minds, implore suff’rers to find out
An allured, pure trial at which harmony is realized--art.

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