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Len Lyeonline works |
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Effigies seen in the name of Hayter Twang echoes into ritual For YOU of HIM In gamut of aesthetic With cat gut to a violin As boots floor walls to his painting WHO on this floor of a gallery Self-lured to savour hypnotic mind juice Lick the cat chops of experience Where mind stands confronted with mind Not by museum label or institution But by the work of one man Seeking responsibility for his version Of the transparent skin of the universe Revealing unique and priceless scarecrows Guarding the seeds of experience Acrid dyed flamboyant and confident they stand Vital as those of exhumed cultures They state the primitive faith in eternity In colors of life and death Such living candescent signs We ignite now to show Some luminous version of the future From ourselves long ago
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