we make art because
life is an affliction
a fatal accident frame by frame a flaming vehicle passengers screaming jesus life's iron maiden mangles with twenty twisting augers and the air's marauding tenant crushes insects into heaven with one casual thumb there is no hope unless we midwife children not of flesh but still alive to us with all their pains complete we need no unguents or palliatives no tinctures of iodine sweet bandages or morphine prayers we need ambulances gushing headlong to emergency wards of art that will to being makes the kingdom ours our blood forever kindling and rekindling we seize original powers let this be fair warning to trembling trivial gods of our glorious arrival.
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