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.