The Game of Art

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Nothing pleases me more If and when the darkness steals my light Even at the nightwatchman's whistle Virtual eyes win the game of art at an easy space If and when is the time to last To kill the shadows of eternity in an obliging continuity I fall before the straight night Bending me over the top of the surfing waves While the marmaids of the blue river Quenching the long syntax of the game of art As and when I portray the sketches of the little heart The wooden brush just fumbles in blush Every time I slide down the rough ride My heart aches at the demise of the greatest work of art The morbid pleasure sweeps me away At the right turn of the end of the worst vehicle That tends to turn topsy-turvy all the while As and when the rule of the game seems to be all the same The blue plaza spreads all over walking canvas And the game of art tends to be tearing all and everything apart.