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Sep 2020
Where are all the great patrons
Throw me a hook you fishers of men

That I might be caught and eaten
by the audience beyond the footlights

That my blood be spilled on pages
and canvas in prescribed portion

Afford me the flame of arrogance
to believe that my own hand
in the fire of creation touches wonder
and maybe God himself
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Blind Pathos
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Blind Pathos  36/F/Alameda, Calif.
(36/F/Alameda, Calif.)   
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