The Ghost of a Genius

The Ghost of a Genius

Klee’s genius-ghost lives in an Edinburgh gallery
Hanging next to 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 yet defined  
Even a ghost genius feels their force as
Smudged colors gazing at his drunken head
 
What we are and should be
He will freshly illustrate
Long before the unborn tell us why