
anonymous artists' collective
find the answer to this riddle
for they who open their mind
shall find them who scribble
and a gift, precious of kind
founders of the heartest of places
where a follower learns to follow
immaterial things with glazed faces
all though one went ways of aalto
split in the game of the century
in which two far lands met
the old and the new residency
for an hour and a half of sweat
yet if the arts were not enough
the kid has shout and strum
with finishings left rough
yet no voice left to hum