Painting naked women makes them nude, br And I do long to see two painters feud br Over my full size portrait, wielding brushes br And colorizing my impromptu blushes. br There was a painter once whose eagle eyes br Pierced through my skin like penetrating spies br And saw tomorrow in my outstretched hand, br Wielding a baton, leading the home band. br Alas the prophet’s dead, but not his sight, br Which carried me through deepest, darkest night. br br LRH br 5.5.