for seeing my visions
each time I look at a building space
I get inspired by the how
where does the art lie
inside the heart playing loves fiddle
or in the middle mind beyond all lines
knowing franklin lloyds wrights sonata
I wonder what cycle living he being upon time
how does one get to be enjoying ideas like these
who gave him the wind and materials
for seeing my visions come true
as I entertain light and shine up right
I place my hand into the land
to see what shall rise up for me
for bringing a smile upon art baby blue
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