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Exit the Artist
Candles light lonely halls
and ballrooms
where on tables lay
carnival candy
and fingerpaints.
the remnants
of the most creative project
ever undertaken.
Violins were made
from tree trunks
rubbed across jungle vines.
Hence we came to know
the booming sorrow of Nature.
Dirt was then defined
as stardust
fallen on the earth,
and never worth
what little we give it
today.
Necklaces
were crafted
from broken mirror shards
and string.
And while it lasted
we adorned ourselves
with the heavens' reflection.
The sky was merely
sheets of faith
painted blue.
Some said then
we couldn't see the above
but the definition of Love
made that
not necessarily true.
Now candles light the lonely halls
and ballrooms
where on tables lay
broken pottery
and flattened clay.
we've driven the Artist
out...
