If Art is Not a Necessity,
If art is not a necessity for the means and ways of being then I have had a curious time, and a stranger way of seeing. Let me tell it cautiously, so that all is a careful, clear. Pay heed and listen well, you storied minds who hear. See, once I waned and thought I'd died, when in my hand I found a point, and put it fast to thin white skin and out of me poured time in joint. The hour went I know not how for I had passed beyond a paling. But then, and only then, I knew my soul robust, my state: living.