§ymphony’s §ignature

v.1 
 
No matter one's Art 
Artwork is not Art 
Until experienced 
By Me ~ before that 
Similar to the sound 
Falling trees make if 
No one is found around 
Not even shitting bears 
Be near enough to hear 

For 'fore finding Me 
Paintings only be 
Colors & shapes 
Иøbody will ever see 
& like songs never sung 
Exist only in Vibrations 
Of four winds which twist 
The fabrics of Иøthingness 
Like bells to never be rung 

'cause even if oh~so ödd~beats are 
Replicated by robots~rhythmically~ 
Reproducing rippling⌁mechanically⌁ 
If Deaf-&-Dumb described attendees 
Whö'd have named Her ~ "§ymphony?" 

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v.2 
 
No matter our Art 
Artwork isn't Art 
Until experienced 
By Me ~ as Art be 
Similar to sounds 
Made by evergreen 
Trees when fallen 
Anywhere Иø~one's 
Body can be found 
Around like radar 
Circles, no blips 
Hit even one bear 
Shitting §üMwhere 
Near, able 2 hear 
Wood falling here 

For 'fore finding 
Me ~ any Painting 
I'm contemplating 
Be only colours & 
Shapes Иøbody can 
See or being like 
A song never sung 
Subsisting inside 
The Internet like 
Electronic Spider 
Web constructions 
With compositions 
Of computer parts 
From refined rock 
& captured sparks 
To move data like 
Witches and magic 
Switches, sending 
Virtual vibration 
Whenever twisting 
Imaginary fabrics 
Sewn inside Voids 
To avoid annoying 
Amorphous forms & 
Иøthingness which 
Behaves as bronze 
Bells oh-so bored 
'cause never rung 
Like them artists 
Among mimic minds 
Made inside molds 
Of dung, shit for 
Brains like ghost 
Trains ~ training 
To kill Creatives 
§till oh~so young 

Because even when 
Oh~so ödd~beats R 
Replicated by red 
Robot revolutions 
Rhythmically rock 
Then rolling like 
Ripple reproduced 
Mechanically ⌁ if 
Deaf-&-Dumb apply 
To describing A11 
Who are attending 
Then Whö would've 
Been able to name 
Her ~ "§ymphony?"