various materials | narrative
2019
Some shimmer, said the writer
Some not, said the artist
Some do, said the writer
Some don’t, said the artist
I craft stories so I can tell, said the artist
I evoke images so I can see, said the writer
There is only one who shimmers, said the abuser: me
You are a thief, said the paladin
I am among the purest, said the zealot
And he loaded his lie and killed the artist and the writer
I am the one who sees and tells
For I craft and evoke irresistible stories and images, said the deceiver
Shallow, said the funny guy crying, like funny girls do
If only you knew, said the provider
And while he added another layer on to his heel
(Yes, this foil is skin)
And the old girl searched the sky
The believer ascended
Sometimes you can still see his tail
Pouting, weeping, cheering
If you look carefully