there's an artwork on the artist's pallet,
properly fixed, for dried out and congealed.
[The Critics:]
"it's a colourful sort of composition, but a bit
you know, thingy, whatsit?"
"reminds me of - no, no, I get it:
it contains a message of Passing Time,
and such. yeah."
"hmmmm... uh huh. right.
I see. interesting piece."
[that is what they say]
but the artist isn't happy,
as his canvas remains empty.
what's a dry pallet to him?
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