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The knife parts through flesh

dear to the hand that holds

Finished now

The master work

Art of pain

Stabbed

Certain

Cut towards

Enlightenment

Cessation of beating heart

The dregs of thought now

Grow still and quiet

A peace in death found,

absent from life

And the want just to be

returned from whence one came

Nothingness awaits the

Soul rid now of pain

Open veins…

Visceral…

The artist’s final

Tapestry

Was even it worth it?

Some questions remain

better unsolved