(after
Pablo Picasso)
It brews,
unfurls,
the aroma
puissant
words
seek a space
brushes a
canvas -
soft-grained
kernels
of
truthful truths
Herald
the birth,
that
belies the art, the untruth.
Art, the
lie, enfolds
You in the truth --
For,
Can the
artist
Ever
Lie?
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