The Great Tragedy

the great tragedy

of my life is that i can’t

write everything down

i can’t paint every

influence and reason for

me. i must go on.

i think of eighty

new paintings between

the morning and night

birds, monsters’ faces,

some of them go unpainted

this is tragic too

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