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Last night was an oil painting, a tavern out of Caravaggio dark foreground, cave ceilings, glowing golden points of light,

A Romare Bearden, jazz players jamming, rugs on the wall, patterns thrumming in tune, sibilance of drum brushes

A snowy Bruegel landscape, small dots in white meadows, chasing after each other, bright wedge of color dragged behind,

A Monet of the frozen river under the bridges, free flowing again, ice floes returned to catch the light, to hold the water in place

It was a Jenny Holzer text, scrolling pixelated alerts, ICE watch bulletins, LED display, backdrop panic, canvas stripped blank and empty