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Monday, August 30, 2004

Body of Work

Words, splattered across the page
like a Pollock painting
seemingly motionless, meaningless
full of vibrant life and only a small bit
of the mind of the artist.

functions.
create.
appearance.
isolation.

zipping across the page with zest
the zany zeal of the zebra
who knows not the stripes

isn't the point to create?
isn't your point to observe?

the flow is less obvious
when the book is closed
you might be the genius
and the artist the observer
or the picture in your mind correct
and the picture on the page wrong

this
is your body of work.

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