Rhetorical Is The Question

I have no blame nor begrudge thy heart
Rhetorical is the question of this abstract art
Strangely obscene and yet serene,
But where to start this observation
When I have lived by my own expectations
Carnations painted in a vase,
Statues caved in stone and humble glass
Expectations lead to deliberation
Vitality speaks in tongues, but who shall listen
Duality shines beneath the sleek,
But what to take and what to keep
Weep among the thistles,
Beside the whistles and the bells
Wells run deep in canvas art,
But what to take and where to start
I have no time nor place for boarish art

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