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.

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