The Everson is art. It's dominated by art, on the outside as well as the inside. When we say it's sensual, in our poem, it's because it moves, breathes a gentle strength. It is obvious: As it looks indestructible. Those cement walls are strong. The Everson is underappreciated for what it is: an absolute jewel of Syracuse's art world.

A visitor from out of town would never mistake it for anything other than what it is. It flaunts its sensuality, as well it should.