Lorrenzetti .


Sienese paintings , Nithya Suri

The unfinished curves and lines

Crane their necks ,

Overlooking perspectives distorted ,

Making a strange obsession ;

of the night sky .

Parading halos so farce around our heads ,

They disguise themselves under your naked stare .

The tightly locked music ,

Echoed only in these labyrinth .

The tops of the simplest answers ,

Found buried under displaced patterns .

Traces of the original ,

Marked by golden hands ,

Giving away gifts so frivolous ,

Punctured by motives of many .

So bored are their eyes ,

Whilst climbing into a shell ,

Precariously sliding into infinity ,

Merging into a world ,

Of suspended dimension and imagery .