God: (observing as the painter works) A third of him fears me amidst confessions of love. A third of him aches to conquer me. And throughout the year, the rest of his hims take bets on which of the first two will win – the victor reigning apparent on light cinabrese walls.
All the while, the book of eternal law silently wields an overwhelming scepter over his caged soul.
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PS: Light cinabrese was a pinkish pigment used in Renaissance paintings. That fact inspired this poem.
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Extremely beautiful poem befitting a Renaissance painting.
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Oh, thank you so much 🙂🙂 🙂
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