Refridgerator Poetry

I was at my cool aunt's for the week and I was restless one evening so I started fiddling with those little word magnet dealies, and this is what I came up with. It comes to you in two parts, the ridiculous first half, and the meaningful second half.

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I perform & experiment
NEVER smear paint on miasma
Neo and me see through concrete
Will our metaphor make sense?

Who let metal form music?
It can waste a rhythm they know must be rigid

Here he ate her psychadelic shard sculpture
Cat
I feel electric which is why color could appear
Imagine paint with glorious passion
Throw glass, you would.

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Always create from life
Know art, and like some
We think
suffer
break
are mean
try to observe only joy
THAT is balance
See
Hear
Do
Model
Compose
Every subject in harmony through song

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Oh, and for the record ...

Miasma: A poisonous atmosphere formerly thought to rise from swamps and putrid matter and cause disease.

Just fyi.