b.z. niditch | guernica


No timeline
only grey,black
white hollow space
of patina protests
without order
a skull, bull, horse
with improbability
in Picasso’s real foci
of optical insight
pours on your canvas
beyond genre and gender
in the fact of death,
still life’s bathing
in desolate confines
of drawing reality
from your myth
keeps us universal
as a paradox
of unbalanced figures
into configurations
and cathartic masks
of water, air and earth,
those ashen elements
boiled as an alchemy
of transience.

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