idyll

to dare to know, to dare to think like an original, angels

wiping the brow of sweat, playing the card of contempt;

what sweet sudarium thumped canvas, wiped deck?

‘idols are worrisome things’ in bold text of yellow ochre

anxiety. curators serve their G_D of art, precious little... 

things now idle. wash the mouth mîs-pî, the pastoral scene 

describes our relationship to things as they drink champagne.