took a spatula to the louvre
scraping surfaces of mastery
as totems and animal fur powers
of art wear off onto human skin

style becomes ornamentation
of furloughed veneer as amputated
as amputated artistic multidimensionality
whence discernment’s funds run dry

subsumed in egos of bloated linearity
impromptus input from birth
now without pain with instant gain
nameless and drowned in other’s labor

cultural artifacts as trinkets
lacking textured layering
have you ever moved your hand
across a painting

touch and be touched
without being thrown
emotionally and
out of the gallery

flattened by pixels
It’s time to poke the fixtures
search skin for pores
identify bumps and scars

that’s where the arts lie

                      —animasuri’24