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today i have decided that i am a dragon in dogs clothing or a sheep in fish scales
or a plausible but unremarkable human in thrift store cotton ...
who i have been and who i am yet to become are as
unimportant as they are unknowable. suffice it to say that someday i will be
dust just as you and you and you will be too
unless the soul remains, memory intact as it switches cars in the rail yard of the abyss.
this is worth knowing, although (as i told that seductive soothsayer one time long ago)
i do not care
to know the hour and manner of my death
sometimes the real gift is in the surprise.
as for the hour and manner of my life -
the hours are many and the manners are few.
i am as lucky as any mongrel runt could ever hope to be
having seen the marble of rome, the potshards of hopi land, the brothels of new
orleans and the caravans of morocco.
i make music to torment and to liberate, to reveal and obscure
in short it is an affliction and so shall i suffer...
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