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A Fool's Errand (Free verse) by ALChemy

Disembodied from the populous, hanging from the coattails of god. The poet, artist, storyteller bleed their wrists for levity. For the aerial view intoxicates and the loss of blood is redeeming. And divine knowledge such a tasty carrot for the ass.

ALChemy 4-Jun-05/9:18 AM
Yeah I was going for the fact that we put strain on our wrists when we write, draw, paint etc. and the blood was the essence we put into our art. But I'm sure it probably has been used a hundred times.




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