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the artist
the artist is obscure
with a passion so great
driven to create I burn within
I am such an artist
painting pictures I'm not sure about
some very dark and some also cheery
I hold back and am confounded
covering what comes naturally...the dark
I wonder about the original artist
who from utter darkness began his great works
was his fledgling creations beautiful?
or did he strive to make them beautiful?
from bits of odd misfit pieces
decorated just so
I wonder what pushes me to paint
I don't think I'm good at it
but the need and desire are there
on my current painting his says it will take an expert
to cover all my hard lines
I tell him it is my abstract vision
and I won't stop until it is beautiful
I say what about your hippos for instance?
fat lumpy creatures
he points out their strange skin is perfect for water
and I realize in his artistry everything goes together
I ask him how he did it
what was it like God when you were alone in the dark?
did you know you were an artist before you started?
am I an artist God?
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