arbitrary limitations (or, death to the artistic soul)
a poem by troy cady
that
Important Man
ignored you.
no matter.
I know you.
I see you.
you sat
to His left
but He craned
His Neck
to the right
to talk
with
The Author
of
A Book
with
Many New Ideas.
earlier,
The Author
wanted to discuss
with you
something that was of grave concern to Him.
“Should blind persons paint
and
deaf people compose?
Is that…right?”
He didn’t think so.
meanwhile,
Jesus
sang and danced
over
those foolish enough to be themselves.
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