it is obvious, i guess,
how one pretends
to know nothing
yet tries to lend
the stress of failure
the laws of finish.
what is and seems:
the artist dreams
these two are one.
that they can’t be
brings awkwardness:
a valency or tension,
oppositional energy.
i suppose anxiety
has a chemistry
reactive to thought
which transports
old material,
revives ideas unborn.
if a work admits
due deference
it may live,
being a sign
which inwardly gives
a point beating near
the heart of feeling.