if they didn't
have those
good sturdy
frames all around them,
oh
god!
How
everyone would be
completely
shellshocked—
roving and
raving,
like
mad,
up and
down the
otherwise stolid
marble white
halls of soft institutes—
simply from having
to witness
every last appalling,
wildly
disenfranchised,
and soul-
sickening spot—
where
even the most
enthralling
of
paintings—just stops.