Venus by Botticelli, Diadoumenos, Johann Sebastian Bach
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Perfection has its drawbacks. It destroys
Descendants in their hopes to make an art
That breathes new beauty. Follow ups are toys
At best. Perfected objects stand apart
For centuries cursing what comes after lone
Ideals. All later sculptures strive against
Impossibility. Men bravely hone
Ferrara marble but their souls are fenced
Off from the inspiration of a new
Supernity like Venus with her hand
Down low, and Diadoumenos true
To masculinity supremely spanned.
It is as if God’s Bach deployed the blade
