Inside the object
there is nothing- outside of you
Opposed to the nothingness
you appear more than ever
There it is,
here you are-
Swim inside the painting then,
Grab hold of its colors
Glide along the edges of its shapes
Think deeply about its meanings
Yes, there it is,
here you are-
Someone paid to make it
Someone showed it off and looked vain
Someone else chose to own it and gave money to its cause
Someone finally admired it for all its worth
Yes, there it is,
here you are-
Swallow the art in a heat of passion
Engorge your throat on its essence
Vomit it out to the masses and watch them grow
Feed them with your transcendence
Yes, there it is,
here you are.
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