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at once
a suffering and
a fufillment
at once
ink and psint
and canvas
and wood
but
also blood
fast raw red arterial
but black where
death has
already infested
out in the heat, the cold,
across every extreme
I see you slaving
trying to bring
to state of
truth and beauty.
some murderous,
killing idea
there where the ice is
point at which
some
gas freezes, there
where flame can
easily smelt steel
maybe you should shred
smash crush
all that tortured you,
so altered you
by way of
acceptance and repentance
but she, the Muse,
has got her sting and fangs
and claws
deep into you
tells you
there is more, you
know there
is
still more