Abstraction

This is the Credo:
This is the flame.
This is the flinging
Off shackles of shame.

I am the fury,
Of artists unleashed,
Those heirs of conscious,
Society bequeathed.

The mingle of poets,
And the sunshine of day,
Will pave over concrete,
Over harbor, over bay,

The consort of music
Will ring in the hall,
The unspoken ethos
Of tyrant’s appall,

The fluid of painters,
Shall outlast our pain,
A swirl of colors
To interpret the stain,

An embrace of horror
Shall accompany the lie:
“No purpose exists here
But to toil long and die!”

To live for the moment
Is the fury of the storm,
You have now the Credo-
And see the movement form!