I am the puppet and the puppeteer,blessed and accursed,the hammer and the anvil,the wet and the ache. I sing my praises,then disobey my confidenceI change state in worry or in times,insouciance. I am night. I am dayblack and white —almost never ever shades of color. I am the puppet and the puppeteer,blessed and accursed,the hammer and the anvil,the water and the ache.
Dear brother and poet. I've read your posted prose and enjoyed them immensely. On a personal say may I ask how you see yourself in between creations?As for me I undergo affect knowing who I am after the artist escapes and leaves an alter shell. Truth be told then I am nothing longing to be tapped again. Funny how it works!
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