"Between the shadowy land and voiceless sea,
  They met by twilight on the sterile coast.
Said Beauty: "I am of eternity.
  Bow down to me!" Said Truth: "You are but ghost."
-George Sterling, Beauty and Truth

he goes on to keep the simplicity
of his existence
the chastity and candor of
his feelings
the clarity of his words
the classicality of his 
clean line
the clearness of his directions
the modesty of his intentions
the openness of all that is obvious
to the naked eye
the plainness of all that is primitive
the naivete of uniformity
the straightforwardness
of innocence
the severity of his singleness
artlessness in 
sophistication
and without complexity
understanding comes
without difficulty


yes, try the restraint
of the state of lack of
adornment

white, blank wall
and you. 
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