Creating
If we’d had the opportunity to paint together in the past
whatever we would have made with the frayed bristles
of our brushes would likely have reflected both our flaws
autistic art unable to attend to its own subject matter
finding themselves without a place
within the museums of this woeful world’s walls
In a way I regret what I put onto canvas
when I was still capable of creating
considering the sorry state of this gallery
in which they will hang long after I am gone
though if your heart is set and your happiness
depends on the undertaking of such a collaboration
I’m sure there’s other amenable artists
out there somewhere whom you should be seeking
instead of wasting your time sticking around
this sterile studio where all the pigments have dried up
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