Black Fill

monologue
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gold brooch for his lapel
an ornament to his gift
because they’d rather see him in a jail cell
mould and roaches in his midst

they insist works by his kind are insipid
and one cannot set pace
or change the face… unless they dictate taste
which of course is always the task and force of establishments

so even if one innovates
and leads an artistic movement
the fact still remains
and will likely in any case

since one’s pigment does not reflect or match
standard associations deemed best
either for or of the language in use
hence also the power of thought represented in or by it

so what is depth or meaning
think…
what is fact or fiction
link…
and when destiny is predetermined
what is genesis or a beginning
if not measured against a limit or an ending?
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fade
 

© Heath Muchena, 2016

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