October 1, 2008
Light caught eternally
in black and neon; light-boxes;
shot on silver that remains nearly eternally,
more beautiful than its
natural counterpart
the eyes that tremble and
with raindrops
looked upon this flat, white, deep stage
standing, its own reason for existing
and more than existing,
it changes in meaning
never the same to two humanities
It is ugly, beautiful, flat, deep, unnatural, nature's essence
watching these raindrop-eyes
from the corner of every room.

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Oct. 7, 2008 at 1:43 pm
This poem impressed me with how pleasing it is to say. On first impression that's one of the first things that I notice. The thought behind it is interesting, the subjectivity of art. You definitely pulled this off
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