A poem for Wednesday

When we’re young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea,
maybe something from a holy book or French philosophia;
upon the thoughts of better men than us we swear by and decree a
perfect way to end the war of ways, the only way to be a

work of art, oh to be a work of art.

But in time a thought comes tugging on the sleeve edge of our minds–
perhaps no perfect way exists at all, just many different kinds;
oh, but if it’s just a thing of taste then everything unwinds,
for without an absolute how can the absolute define

a work of art? oh, to be a work of art.

When we’re young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea,
maybe something from a holy book or French philosophia….

The Guggenheim Grotto
“Philosophia”

(You can listen at last.fm — it’s a free download, too.)

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