artless

 

Oh! to make art, scintellant

polished, lustrous a:blaze.

Nothing could satisfy more, could

matter more

deeply

than the warmth of those flames,

the flight of those wings, warped and

fresh from the cocoon.

This artless cry is all I can muster

today.

~ Kate Gough

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