Done

I Am so Done
with Paying Attention
to The High Priests
of Preaching
The Gospel of
the Practice of
Practice,

Until You
Get It Right
and Your Record Book
Reflects Your Rigor,
But doesn’t
Reveal Your Dismay
When You Inevitably
Fall Short

In Your Righteous
Quest To Be
Better than
You Are.

To Be
Like Jesus?

If The Maker
had That in Mind,
Why Not Roll Out
Eight Billion
Perfect Models
from a Mold?

Or Maybe
The Maker
Wanted to Start
a Colony of Artists,

Who Don’t Keep Records,
Whose Joy Is In
Making More Art,
Where the
Only Measure
Is How Much
Fear
Can Be Overwhelmed
By Original Works
of Love.

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