Picasso, Goya, Rembrandt.
All the masters of an art,
Where do they lay immortally ?
In our heads, in our heads !
Days of pure brilliance,
Combining the visionary detail,
A production line of treasure.
Not that they knew what we see !
Churning out the product,
Faces, scenes, cacophony of lives,
Spreading fascination over eons.
With what we see, that they knew not !