Powerful passion? -Or-- Hideous addiction
Grandeur of Delusions
are those fragile snail's shells
covering the vast majority of creative work.
Waiting on history to fling its pointed judgments
Will the golden spiral be shot peened into Armor
Or cracked open
Exposing lifetimes of work to rot in the heat
Minions of the Muses clamoring into a queue ... waiting
To copulate with the Eminences
They create cannibals to complete the oroborus
Selves
Feeding on themselves
For the Artist:
It's an irrational dance
A debilitating neurotic cross to bear
Yet it's the Excalibur
that shreds the binds
of Spiritual fatigue to social change
Always in jeopardy
of dark illumination
from the logical utilitarian demons
Of status quo
But for humanity:
A lucky gift
From those ever-gracious Gods
January 16, 2002