Be Your Own Rembrandt
like the white sheep of every orphanage/dynasty
the perfect shaped egg of a cornfed poussin
the onmessage aping of the company line
the repeat quotidian moments by the parlour under the eves
birds fanned out on the low orange horizon heading south for Africa:
we are all the same:
we are all our own 1 off whirling dervish of a smorgasbord of etherealness the pail of gold waiting to be discovered by yourself only
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