art artist salvador dali painting
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Melts between the fingertips and slips onto the floor
Just another tragedy that seems to go ignored
All these stopping clocks and no one ever really cares
Dear Mr. Salvador Dalí,
You were onto something.
People think you were on something.
I think you get it better than any of us can.
Art beyond bowls of fruit.
People and faces twisted like the roots
Of trees and from swans
With redefined anatomy spawns
New life from an egg
And animals with long legs.
