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To the artist you've always been,
deceit requires guile and secrecy
but not all secrets are aimed to deceive;
falsity can present itself as beauty,
but beauty can only be—
where the back and forth at the speed of light,
between zero and one, stops;
where something emerges from nothing,
plain for all to see.
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Walk the wire over the fire
of despair while balancing compassion
and courage to continue having faith
in the madness of the base-metal age
we find ourselves living in;
where it means so much
to you and I now; while words
accrue meaningless
to all but a few.
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