Your voice
before you became a God
had so much to say;
such pain,
such existence.
They couldn't even wait
until you died
to memorialize you.
Do you do it for them now?
Have they changed your art?
Can they change your mind?
How will it play?
Who is this for?
What does this mean?
What does anyone mean
at all?
Staring down from
the tops of buildings
everyone can fall from grace.
But who had the grace to start?
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