Klee’s genius-ghost lives in an Edinburgh gallery
Next to painted houses set afire
By less serene artists
Black lines flame chrome yellow
Melting cool Mondrians
You can hear the hiss below
The Swiss have a talent for painting ghosts
Yet most spirits are stateless and must travel
(Genius-ghosts by law) to learn:
The purpose of an instant may last ten thousand years
Meeting beings beyond your planet
Singing in dimensions not defined
Even a ghost genius feels their force
Smudged colors racing at his drunken head
What we are and should be
He will freshly illustrate
Long before the unborn tell us why