Early Cenozoic Art
Whispering hoarsely to his beloved:
Listen to this collection of noises
I made just for you
Sums up the generative force
For the birth of the first love song
The first portrait was based on a mistake
Instead of being blessed to see his beloved
In all things he ever saw, he rued her ceaseless mutability
And plotted to capture on a canvas ruined by color
The only way she would ever appear again.
The first love poem preceded
The development of language
Words cleaved of meaning
An alphabet of soundless
Glyphs that must be pronounced
But only with your tongue, your lips
9/15/24
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