Seekers of the Art

First came the scientist
All with pens, pads
Hoping to pluck out the spirit of the place
with their analytical tweezers

Next came the people who thought
they might like to see their own work displayed
People wanting to scoff
People thinking it’d be grand
Just to be seen there

They found rooms
Airy spaces above the World
Where danced whisps of ice

Rooms dim
Misty subterranean grottos
Filled with acrid
Funky odors

Rooms with a view
Rooms with ambiance
Rooms where
They dropped the pens and pads
with which they had dreamed
Of catching the ghosts of the place

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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