Who she is
\nAnd what she feels
\nWith her art
\nNow she reveals
\nA disorder maybe so
\nBut clearly she
\nGoes with the flow<\/p>\n
Its her virtuality
\nHer potentiality
\nHer heart and soul
\nHer backbone too
\nHer mood her spirit
\nIt reigns true
\nTo who she is
\nAnd what she must do<\/p>\n
To why she does
\nSuch fine art work
\nShe can feel that buzz
\nIts fundamental
\nIts arbitrary
\nMore than just mental
\nShe can see<\/p>\n
Like an intruder
\nWithin her art
\nUnrelated for a start
\nRootless in so many ways
\nUntimely and for that
\nShe pays<\/p>\n
Dots and patterning
\nIdentify
\nThe girl she is
\nAnd really why
\nA hospital in Tokyo
\nIs where she is
\nAnd was told to go<\/p>\n
YAYOI KUSAMA
\nStrange but true
\nShe escapes
\nTo work a new
\nFacet in her
\nLife for she
\nHas red hair
\nAnd likes to be<\/p>\n
Where she is
\nNot what they say
\nWhy she is
\nWhat she is today<\/p>\n
She has her authenticity
\nWith repitition
\nShe can see
\nA world of how it ought to be
\nNot the mundane
\nThe antipathy<\/p>\n
Discrimation
\nAnd contradiction
\nYAYOI has found her true
\nConviction
\nIn the distinctive
\nDivergent path
\nAway with medication and wrath<\/p>\n
Monotony
\nIts assimilation
\nUnvarying deranged salvation
\nIts stimulates
\nHer reflective view
\nA vision which for her
\nIs true<\/p>\n
Its her caricature
\nHer parody
\nOf what lies now
\nIn front to see
\nHer own reflection
\nA paradigm
\nA consequence
\nOf her truest time<\/p>\n
Spent out of what is medication
\nAmbiguity
\nHer compensation
\nIndeminfies
\nIt compensates
\nHer eminence
\nShe surely rates<\/p>\n
With dabs and flecks and spots
\nAnd grain
\nAnd chips and shaving and sun and rain
\nMeagre subtle rarified
\nPsychedelic
\nThus to hide<\/p>\n
Her supremacy
\nHer vantage point
\nSurpassing all
\nShe doth annoint
\nHer soverign state
\nImpacted by
\nHow she dissects
\nAnd does apply<\/p>\n
Her regularity
\nAnd methodology
\nAs such she is a pioneer
\nHer art work
\nAn attraction clear
\nAlways the dross
\nOf Tokyo
\nOf the bleak white light
\nWhere she has to go<\/p>\n
Her destiny
\nThat hidden hand
\nWhere really
\nshe can understand<\/p>\n
The collateral sense
\nThe obliquity
\nThe beauty
\nAnd the harmony
\nA traveller
\nTo somewhere she
\nTruthfully now needs
\nTo be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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