MUSEUMS, SUNDAY MORNING 9A.M.
(Michael Mazzarella)

The sunlight shames its weather worn
Here dawn today I draw retreat
In angry swell I'll carry on
Everything's left me, everything's left me

The cold canal is ever long
I come to paint with my two hands
My colors fell dark on the page
The brush is at my feet, the brush is at my feet

The dull of heart consortium
Will pledge it's victory insane
The minted fruit delirium
Is bitter in its wake, is bitter in its wake

Stand tall, tall and wonder
Stand tall, tall and wonder
Stand tall, tall and wonder
Like a sculpture tall


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