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