March 7

The making of love
is not actually a pattern

of choruses, body tours,
or estrogen stimulants.

It is the mind blown
to pieces without pain.

Blake had all of it down
in fine layers.

But some may say
“There are no patterns left!”

Yes, & woe unto us whose
main tale

is the shape
of art.

art by 人間劇展

March 7

The making of love
is not actually a pattern

of choruses, body tours,
or estrogen stimulants.

It is the mind blown
to pieces without pain.

Blake had all of it down
in fine layers.

But some may say
“There are no patterns left!”

Yes, & woe unto us whose
main tale

is the shape
of art.


art by 人間劇展

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