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“Again.”
“Ghastly, omniscient hands guide my words and see to it that I find their meaning
by the end of my sentence.
“To claim you have control of your art
is to deny the cosmos’ entropy;
you choose not to swim in the nebulous sea with the rest of us.”
Lord Pithy huffed and struck me down with one word.
He reminded me:
Authenticity winds down With the hands of the clock.
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