Standing naked while making outsider art,
I also stand apart from history
In order to upgrade and update my situation
And receive likes in real time from others,
But the seraphim of famous dead
Hold their applause as their guardians
Hold their currency from my quivering inbox.
For years I lit sparks under the shade
Of exlovers’ so-called lost invitations,
And distilled the smell of past conversations
In hopes of tempting the market,
Yet now each memory is unstable,
Blowing holes through the darkness I called
My medium and temporary home.
This is the time to be practical,
The views I glean are not pay-for–views,
I must fit the news from yesterday and today
Together to please future scholars in private,
My key, I will cast a shadow
Of such wide darkness it makes others think
They have awakened a dreaming giant
Who has better things to do than enlighten them.