Conceptual is the artist
An artist of letters
These sounds synchronized
In soulless epiphany
Wishing in dreadful melancholy
Where to go, what to say
It's all the fateful chance of luck
Nothing concrete in this world
Water upon water
Soaked in minds
A world of surrender
Immersed in alphabet
Written to be read
and not set
Where can I find
This hard solid
world of mine
Perhaps in my own eyes
Perhaps I am solid
and what was water
has now become stone
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