A poem about art.
Art who makes the art?
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Dose the artist make the art?
Or dose the art make the artist?
Dose the door sketch the sketch?
Or are we all sketches more flesh than spirit.
Waiting for death when the sketch will be made into a painting.
Dose the painter paint the painting?
Or is his understanding of time wrong and time is backwards not forwards?
Then it would look like the painting came before the painter.
Sculptures carve in stone.
Or was Michelangelo write and the sculpture is waiting inside to be freed from its prison of stone?
If so that makes sculptures liberators and mothers who give birth to babies that have always been.
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