You worry you're spending too much time
within the mirror in the mirror
of your one wild and precious life
memeing Proust's madelaine . . .
burned-out AI memory chips
spewing the anger and anguish
of living in The House of Crazy . . .
You're trying to capture the colors of the 13 moons
but the composition bullies down
the Rothkovian palette . . .
You decide True Blue will do
knowing Michelangelo bailed on The Entombment
because he couldn't afford ultramarine . . .
its extraction and production so prohibitive
that the semiprecious color was restricted
to the Christ and the Virgin Mary . . .
You fear the clock's relentless ticking . . .
Will you return now to the easel with snow forecast? . . .
Will your image remain long enough to be captured? . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |