WHAT IS BEAUTY? What is beauty Tolstoy asked? Is it good? Let alone true? At the foggy street’s violin, Fingers of God’s intention dance it’s strings, As much as squirrels, finches and lost canaries, This city helps me to remember how big this world really is, And I’m grateful to cradle in its wonder, A seat reserved in the bleaches for a Queen. She would need more than status though to win, The curious lot of symbols formed of steam; Steam that rose from the street, Steam that descended from the clouds, A fog which engulfs this city and says “this is ours” The secrets in the Met museum, Far deeper than those who see them. Peering into teacups where the smallest brushes, Detailed Rubens or Europa, preserved on a surface that sediment and gloss. We’re both from time’s past and this you know, The carousel turned many times before in front of them it broke, By the bridge above the harbour. ~ Laurence Fuller, 2024 Cinematic Poetry, written, produced and performed by Laurence Fuller AI Visuals and Music created by Laurence Fuller Soho Collection has been Curated by; The VerseVerse 'After Ginsberg' CryptGallery at Dream Hotel in Manhattan Lume Studios in Soho Nolcha Shows in NYC 'First Drop' exhibition by NueroNexus Featured Drop on Foundation