A globule stands
Out along the smooth line
That flows from the tool
Of the mind. Should I leave
It? No, my finger rubs the
Two dimensional window and
The sharp clarity of the curves
Become smudged and polluted
With the anonymous marks
Of a wind that ceaselessly
Blows away the concrete ideas that
Have been so set here,
As if on stone.
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constructive criticism consults the creative.
written, & otherwise presented by Antonio Reda
date last created (edited): 17 January, 2001
html: 1 February, 2001
 
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Last revised: 1 February, 2001
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