Hallways of delusion
warped chaos of sculptures by the modern eye
Abstract three-dimensionality
stretched molded painted from elastic plaster
giggling like Play-doh filled pools of kids

hidden among the gratuity of the humble
buried in a warehouse of unrecognized treasure
in a plain brick building within a forgotten neighborhood
having convinced a city
that the waste, the empty spaces
the artists huddled in corners, out of sight
are the treasures that ultimately
redefine worlds and redirect the course of humanity

to the artist
something broken, torn, stained
is one more opportunity to create something beautiful
for the world;
that creating something beautiful from something ugly
is our purpose

the artist bears the never-ending task of cleaning the
soul of the earth

in these four walls
there is enough of everything
a playground for the kids, the conjurers
making priceless works of art
from the scraps of society;
collected here, gratefully
and taken here, gratefully
for the addiction of creating whatever is not possible

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(written with pen and paper at Materials For The Arts [mfta.org])