Provenance Poem by Mason Maestro

God damned man or saintly man
Sad duress before you wake
One extreme for a thousand means
To an equal extreme opposite it leads

Glorify the sorry fly
Sold for forty for its sake
Gone Subatomic to the quantum realm
Risen and driven, clearly not at the helm

Madness transfix in the absent eyes
No clear medium to the world we make
Not inside some theater dive
With a bat man show while twelve die

Mind altering chicanery from truth
Episodic provenance is fake
One extreme for an electron bead
To an equal extreme planted seed