Do I love the artist
Paroxysms of creativity
Ideas and desire fleshmade
Do I love the art
Sparks against the void
Monuments of graphite
We are our natural selves
In a way few others can be
But is it the cosmos in her
Or the fingerward one
September 28, 2014
From “The Unmade Multitudes, Pt. 1” by Chadwick Thaddeus Harris
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