Upside down
This time last year
Upside down
A Picasso on its side
What was gone was gone
What was here was nothing
This time last year
A time for crying out
For an unknown answering
A call for change
The search for the pencil
To create the Escher
And the artist to angle
In multiple depths and shades
This time last year
I wasn’t happy nor unhappy
Good thing it isn’t this time last year.
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