(March 2nd,1984 / USA)

Autumn Gust

The artist is the artist is the
lover is the destroyer
is the creator.

Combative in nature.
Eternal in life.
Annihilated in love.

Stoic hands of incandescent grace
weave
and he is erased.

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so much said in so few words, , thanx
WOW! This one's going in my favorites.
the weird thoughts indeed is different that makes art. rgrds/salu
Awesome in every sense of the word, truly. The grit that permeates from this poem is delicious.
he is erased.... and he is frozen in his creation to find a new birth for a strange new world and the world says he is a unique artist each time he paints anew but him the world could never view. CP
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