If you are the artist
you say you are
you’ll drop dead right now
and let everyone wonder
what the last word
would have been.
But you’re not, of course.
You’ll finish what you started
and after that,
you’ll look into the mirror and sing
"Is That All There Is?"
like a cut-rate Peggy Lee — remember her?
She died old, after a lifetime of honors…
Yeah.
I thought not.
Dark Matter 
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