Leave the lovely poems alone,
they are museum paintings.
Beautiful, fragile, delicate art,
ponderous, questionable, anything possible.
Abstract, 3D, so many meanings,
all correct, or maybe all wrong.
But if you touch them,
impose your theories, stamp your mark,
and say "this is this" and nothing else...
you are a murderer, a vile creature,
taking away the beauty from beauty itself.
Taking the Mona Lisa, drag it through the mud.
It all comes down to ink, to paper, to nothing.
If you won't appreciate the artwork,
then leave this place of wonder,
and take your theories with you.
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