Never in a Million Years
we thought ignorance clever—
less agonizing than the burden
of brilliance or tip-of-the-hat altruism–
the colorless prism of time and again.
A man can only stick one nose in the air
and since we travelled against the grain,
we rebelled into our current mantra—Just Be.
Set your thoughts free; shun the pain
of gray beards and spectacles. Invent passion.
Invent vision. Invent artistry. Be innocent of
vain airs, pomposity, and class warfare.
Then faint curiosity tricked us (pity our psyche.)
Discovery is collective—intellect AND art.
Paint shirts and starched shirts abide
inside the same books, same bleeding heart
that knows to achieve mastery, if but for a moment,
we need to practice the cultured hand of refinement.
Art welcomes strangers who don’t belong.