wanes, the critics point
to old
paintings,
old novels,
ancient poems,
they say he's not the same.
his best
was in his early
days.
when he was young
and ambitious.
when he
was the hunter,
the matador in the ring.
sad how
the brilliant fade,
why don't they just
stop
and go away.
fuck the critics, the artist,
the writer,
will say.
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