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Vincent oh yes did he not prance

Dance, he did

To a different thrum

A drum of unique resonance.

Veiled by waves of

A darken grey,

Squiggling crows veer

Towards a supermoon so huge

Th’ 1890 straw-strewn night

Scarcely knew.

Hence, Bacon, BAsquiat,

Lovecraft too (Tho he painted

Not with pigment – but “Cthulhu”

syllables)

Have broadened the indices

Whereby our mind and soul

Takes its own private Flight!