prisms of sharp mind

[barefootsong]

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of my
soul a street is:
prettinesses Pic-
abian tricktrickclickflick-er
garnished
of stark Picasso
throttling trees

hither
my soul
repairs herself with
prisms of sharp mind
and Matisse rhythms
to juggle Kandinsky gold-fish

away from the gripping gigantic
muscles of Cézanne's
logic,
         oho.
         a street
there is

where strange birds       purr

       ~ "of my" by E.E. Cummings

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