For Claudio III (Don't, Trip)
For Claudio III (Don’t, Trip):
"I see beauty in your work.
I see joy right in there with your pain.
I can hear tones of question,
tones of gaining understanding.
Now I suppose you’ll grow into who you have to be.
Now I know you’re doomed.
I see hurt in your smile,
peace in your tear.
Don’t think we all don’t care.
In your work there is an integrity—
Raw, unquenchable solid.
Thinking of the temples,
the historic ruins.
Egyptians, Aztecs, [Mayans].
Not righteous by any stretch,
Your ART! Your ART
...embodies a guilty, empty—
embodies a tried and failed—
Your art embodies."
Because I remember you saying these things.
Now I suppose I see what you meant.
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