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His brain had sat secluded since

He grew his life to dwell within. 

And mind to canvas, to silent crowds;

He spoke himself to those aloud. 

So dwelling with such greater thought

That others hadn't known to court;

He split himself from the else

And ventured through meaning, by himself.

And meaning was found, and it wasn't enough

To measure himself against ideals rough. 

So he went within himself once more

And released himself from himself, evermore. 

I can't know for sure why he felt the need

To pain the masses and put himself at ease.

And it's hard to think of what could have been

If the right words had made their way to him.

But as we're peripheries to such grand thinking, 

It's not for us to know.

A decision was made in a moment unfathomable,

And we can only hope it was the right one for him. 

So whilst I respect his decision, as it was his to make,

I can only hope we never understand it,

However hard we try.