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The Artist’s Mindful Wheel by Lelia Thomas

Sounds and signs may glow in the deep,
And there are heavy secrets made forever to keep.
Singular revelations savored all alone,
Their songs hailing a honeyed tone.
A solitary, crackling fire—
Hours and hours of things to inspire.

Life here is never still,
In this place of things one cannot feel.
Never there, never elsewhere
With the mind’s eye to stare
What was seen cannot have been
Denial in this artist’s fragile mind of sainthood and sin.

But what is true
In the hearts of men, modern and new?
The lies, mankind’s dying fall
From the artist’s eyes seen one and all.
And his mind, eyes, and heart do twist
As the turning of a potter’s wheel
To repeat on Fiddler’s never-ending reel.

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Written in 2002. An artist’s eyes sometimes see too much and too clearly.