Picasso
A passion ready to rescue a bolting
horse,
His hand powers perpetual transformations;
He goes for broke, transforming the natural
fright
So that the real flies apart and is remade
At abstraction’s brink and the timeless
turning point
Of the real: almond-eyed Jacqueline
imagined,
Jacketed enigma seated in soft old-space
Tabled light and hard-lit head-dressed
geometrics;
Transforming from litheness to
voluptuousness;
No past or future, always living the
present.
He is bent on his singular pitch-point in
paint,
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