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I Was an Artist First


I was always an artist first

but words were just a new kind of paint

 

Not so much a visual medium 

and not so much music

but something in between

 

With words dripping out of my fingers

like color where once there was nothing but

a blank, open silence

to fill the spaces

the cracks 

the empty, screaming places

that sing instead when they're painted

when they're not so empty anymore

 

I was always an artist first

which means I was always a poet first, too.

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