Rejecting the body, thoughts and purpose

Transformation – yes, temporally reversed  

Extraordinarily insignificant bits of brilliance

I close my simple eyes and become something else

Happy paint dripping, dancing upon Pollack’s modern life

Lungs – engulfing Earhart’s desegregated clouds

Rebellious, pointless garb and armor – Godly Joan d’Arc

Whorish gold leafs – Klimt’s self-serving sacred dreams

Faithful shoes of a moving fighter – Queen Tubman

Frida’s lovers combative brush, laughing bottle

Homespun draped upon a giant holy man – Gandhi disagrees

Eyes open reluctantly, slowly – why do it at all?

All yesterday’s gods and goddesses – demand fearless action