Fusion - Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Come into my prism of ideas
And explore my voluminous cathedral.
In this potent and exhilirating realm
Of pure and abiding literary delight,
Pregnated with the verve of creativity,
Shakespeare, Michelangelo and da Vinci,
In their full efficacy exist here-
Here there is no caricature of expression,
No grotesque hunchback of Notre Dame;
Only pure cosmic energy of dynamic moveme nt,
As pieces come together in spontaenous wholeness
As the prism grows to its full potential.
[The Muse speaks of the wellness of man's mind
And the fusion of the artist and his art].
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