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In fact, Art is just an Artifact

Numb your cortex and let her siblings speak, Dumb her with a dactylic drumbeat And let the fronted sound put her to sleep. Turn off your domineering manager, So others may awake at waking hour To pour their paroled thoughts into your art. Let the furnace of creativity Create new combinations and concepts For that is the art, not the detritus.

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