The first art
Was not art,
Rather, a color line shot through the dark,
No more expression
Than a plea for explanation.
The grandest monuments
And greatest terrible wars
Were all done for the sake
Of a loving God,
For a ready answer,
An easy mistake.
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The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Check Mate’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo.
Have you ever met someone who makes you question everything you’ve ever wanted?
I have not always had my medication to protect me from epilepsy, to keep my hand steady while I handled boiling grease and kitchen
I saw everyone, having fallen short, on the ground
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