New Line

A new cutting edge is devised outside the lines
For a line won't sharpen a line
As parallel jags between its parts
Running off the tracks and into nothingness

A line alone, then, will be the fresh art

Modernity, contemporary sullied god
A dirty finger to reach to the abstract everyone
A unity divvied then scattered 
To reach no new conclusion

Rather to take root at the internal behest
Of that new code 
Whose imperial clothes promise
To make the invisible shine