I can create, from sullen nothingness,
A tapestry of wonder for myself
Woven from the barren emptiness
Surrounding me. It then goes on the shelf
Up next to all the other ones I've made,
To be looked at sometime when I am bored,
Or never. It's a problem in my trade;
Creation is the process that's adored,
While contemplation and appreciation are
Merely addenda to the larger whole.
I do not say this with intent to bar
The critics of the products of my soul;
Rather to say how weird it feels to read
The products which my soul has given seed.
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