The invention of the material world
Was always a delicate operation
The great had to want to become
Smaller and smaller
Light squeezed into bodies
From the outset a painful
And yet exuberant process
Of dissolving and giving birth
And frequently they must
Have to stand back in wonder
At what they're painting
With their brilliant colors seeing
If they're still on the right track
To the masterpiece they intended
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