In the land of lines and clutter, where the shapes go to sleep,
There’s a ruckus, a jumble, where the dark and light do creep.
A yellow blob in the middle, a sun, or a daisy, maybe,
Stuck right there with nowhere to go, crazy.

The leaves, they aren't leaves, just spots of a void,
Scattered around like the dreams of Freud.
Some soft pink here, a whisper of red,
A secret message, or just something that bled.

Cubes and bars and all kinds of geometry,
Thrown together, a salad of astronomy.
Love doing nothing, just hanging around,
In a universe that’s flat, where it’s bound to be found.

Vonnegut’s eye, with a squint and a sigh,
Would chuckle and scribble, and simply imply:
“Here we are, folks, in the gallery of space,
Where love lazes in idleness, with a peculiar grace.

m0dest

love_in_idleness



Description

In the land of lines and clutter, where the shapes go to sleep, There’s a ruckus, a jumble, where the dark and light do creep. A yellow blob in the middle, a sun, or a daisy, maybe, Stuck right there with nowhere to go, crazy.

The leaves, they aren't leaves, just spots of a void, Scattered around like the dreams of Freud. Some soft pink here, a whisper of red, A secret message, or just something that bled.

Cubes and bars and all kinds of geometry, Thrown together, a salad of astronomy. Love doing nothing, just hanging around, In a universe that’s flat, where it’s bound to be found.

Vonnegut’s eye, with a squint and a sigh, Would chuckle and scribble, and simply imply: “Here we are, folks, in the gallery of space, Where love lazes in idleness, with a peculiar grace.

Artist
m0dest
Artist royalty
Blockchain
Ethereum
Token standard
ERC-721
Contract address
0x7e...4dd8
Token
1
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