The
Artist
Rages
Through
The
Day,
Through
Precious
Paint
And
Stubborn
Clay,
Bargaining
Frail
Life
Away
To
Have
A
Beggars
Chance
To
Say
The
Truth
That
Ever
Slips
Away.
No
Matter
That,
The
Work
Is
Joy,
The
Human
Cry
Is
Hurled
Into
The
Fog
With
No
More
Impact
On
The
World
Than
A
Barking
Dog,
Faint
And
Far
Away,
Threatening
The
Dawning
Day.