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I lived to see a genius.

I lived to see Van Gogh.

He cut off a piece of his ear

And the gift finally echoed

Through all the halls and stadiums

That man had built for us.

Us the shepherd's reasons

To detonate, to rage

Across our splended precarious days.

I think it was a day in May,

No, surely in July,

When the explosion upended

All over the evening sky.

And we were left to cry.

And we were left to weep.

And we were left to scream noiselessly

For the man who swam too deep.

Life sometimes is so bad I can understand.

It hurts inside me so.

Still, I miss the genius.

I miss my little giant Van Gogh.

He had to have gone to heaven.  Didn't he?

For we have more business to tend to.

He disappeared inside a castle,

But there's an expression to resume.

And if you aren't a protege

You possess another point of view.

And if Dylan had died at 27

That world would have shattered, too.

And if you speak to counter me

On a martyr in heaven's room,

I don't wish to be friends

Or even speak with you.

He could have sung a nursery rhyme,

He could have sang the phone book,

And it still would have resonated

Like a bard on a priceless brook.

But the man sang verse

Rivaled only by the best.

A high school dropout in torn jeans

Lifting up the rest.

And if my generation

Had a point of view,

Had a leader to look to,

It was the artist who passed too soon.

And so I wait for so many,

But there is only one

To sing my funeral march

In heavent's rafters.  And plums

Don't taste like a hit

With their core so large and hard,
But I was a warring heart

And as a teen I tasted one

And almost choked,

And ate again, like virgin folk.

Until, at 30, I was a spoke

To a massive wheel,

Like designer's dwell,

Like mentor's feel.

Give me visions of gravity.

Give me gilt moon.

Give me hardship and duty.

Give me cracked point of view.

Give me immortality.

Give me a pretty, hungry girl.

Give me chocolate and a vessel.

Give me ingenious afterworld...

Give me a visionary.

Give me music and a map.

Give me legions in scraggly beards.

Give me candles to carry back...

Give me candles to carry back.

Give me death, a full taste.

Give me innovation.

Give me Kurt Cobain.