Myself as a selfmade artist thusfar.

In lyrical prose form.

We were whiting out newspaper
to see the world the way we wanted.
I felt that less was more.

Surgically stealing
for the souls ascetic healing,
I'm learning to steady my hands.

Accidental answers
and always starting over,
are what keep me moving.

I suppose I could make my own luck.
The more I get is the better.
I heard that more is more.

Passively stealing,
from the souls of the needy,
well someone always gets hurt.

What can you give me,
against what do I need?
I need your blessing,
I need to feel free.