MAX ERNST'S WAY

By way of exile
you think beyond borders
of secret machinations
in your many scarred lives
until you reach us
with rolled up art sleeves
in new canvas experimentation
for art is not mistaken
in a futurist new world
to be taken only as abstract
as you revolutionized
your speckled visions
of music scattered language
hovering inside five acts
birth, talent,color fields,
a fringed travel map, new horizon
your voice expanding
to make us human
if our memory holds up
beneath a dark historical time
breathing in astral justice
of a four seasoned trial
a frozen stranger to America
without second  howl of guessing
enters your icy moonstone directions
in a moment's gaze to thrive
for our modern art reflections
as now your chosen destination
from your ironic era archives
eyes chimeras of light
masks a solitary wind
of a visionary kind
as an owl of the night.