so why did I not leave it at that
eloquently perched for all eyes to fall upon
words skipping one after the other full
of rich reward for the heart
I did not resist the urge to have my say
does this make me selfish
a narcissist some would think so but aren’t
we all working from this same center point
how can we not
be
something strikes and the outerwear of being an artist is
shed
grappling every line with the difficulty of knowing the truth
one goes mad