we see his place
sparking white stone walls
forged out of talent
out of creative compulsion
he died alone
without his friends or family
every outfit like
the layers of an onion
that had no end to it
there are
intangibles with everyone
when you experience them
you know a little bit more
about who they are
why they are
irreplaceable
some come here like
a bolt of lighting
they are the flash and boom
in things they say and do
what they make
and
we are all born crazy
and not fitting in
and this feeling stays
and we shine painfully
or we quash it
-----
Chanhassen
9/29.19
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