Homage to Klee

dare us to look back
to the full music of your
intersecting lines

rare colors of orbs
and squares and music and hearts
abstracting your life

haunting melodies
enchanting the eye, the eyes
killing eyes, your eyes

watching the horror
grow, a rare cancerous plant
invading your spheres

stamping your nature
with hate and persecution-
illumination

angels descending
through an ancient black doorway
mark territory

in your universe
as you watch your big brushwork
return a new song

somewhat unearthly
limbs disconnected and far-
where your spirit reigns