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Eclectic musings, rants and nonsense.
Here is an excerpt from The Artist Died Today (published in Edge 2008)
"After realizing the world could understand no longer,
nor cared to,
the Artist died.
A sickly womb
of paper thin sheets
wrapped
the body.
The skin,
once sensitive
to the energy
of blue paint
on white canvas,
withered and numb now
lay piled next to him
like stacks of waxed paper.
The eyes,
that gleamed
at cracks
and grooves
in murals
have dried up in the sockets
and fallen to the ground."
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