In the Suffering
The Painting
All
Topsy-turvy
Directionless
Tumbling
‘Why? ' said the Connoisseur
‘Ah! ' sighed the Painter
‘that be new civilization from new civilization
Change of change of change
Transformation of transformation.
Ah! that be Thought
That be Beauty
That be All in Evolution'
Ceased the Painter.
Murmured to himself the Connoisseur
‘There goes also deep Philosophy'
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