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Perhaps

by Paul Hall, the third of June, Caracas, Venezuela.

Perhaps when curtains lace the sky in sunset's purple robe

and all the coolness perpetrates your corner of the globe

or when the stars begin to shine

their stories for to tell,

You'll see a world you never saw

twixt heaven and twixt hell.

The verbal referendum

of the madness of the day

to the teaching of forever

must soon or late give way

where Love relates it's secrets

to the calm, who willing, hear

and the rose and violet sunset points to something to revere.

Drag not the daily madness

to your living room at night

where contrasts dull to flatness

in your artificial light.

For somewhere there waits for you

in the stillness out beyond

a lover in the twilight who can bring a lasting bond.

Hermetically they strip them down

and comfort them with lies

of wealth and health and wisdom,

those who natural things despise.

And desolate and naked,

the richest of them go

unto their wretched businesses and never will they know.

--Fine art, digital art, music, several voice introductions by me about my work, articles about my artwork and other topics such as sociology, the cosmos, economics, education, medicine, poetry, humor, something I call premonitions, and a series about covered bridges, all by yours truly, the webmaster, Paul A.L. Hall. There are feedback, a website search engine, and exhaustive contents pages. Plus my weblogs are on site, an art school and classes.

curtains lace the sky in sunset's purple robe

coolness perpetrates your corner of the globe