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9/25/2007

essay: #085: everything is illuminated

Titanium Sunset
c.guggenheim bilbao

Icarus flew too close to the sun.
While Salinger colored it, shades of rye.
Eco-systems, both great and small.
Ruptured in the blink of an eye.

Gehry imagined titanium gills.
And Frida, a car crash of vibrant red.
Basquiat, graffiti for the soul.
And I, charcoals bled.

Infinite possibility.
Everything is illuminated.
For our viewing pleasure.


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