Radioactive Artist: Finale

I just must stop myself before I am stopped.
That explains it better than saying

a life of yarn after yarn
got old.

I am tired of paying
attention and cost;  comes a point

you ought to stop messing yourself up. 
That’s all I’m saying.

I know, I know
a few things are going to be around

a long time after me, but will they be
understood as I desire?  I guess

that’s not my problem, I guess
I ought to stop worrying and loving

and suchlike.  Stop myself, then,
as I should.  As is desired.  As is 

going to happen anyway by dint
of my doing, probably, no matter

how safely I proceeded — you can’t do that
and remain safe, really.  I stop pretending

here, now.  Anyway
you’ve got the work to look at.

I’m tangential to it.  Always have been.
Enough to say:  don’t waste time.

I stop here because it’s a waste of time.
Never, though, the work.  The work stands.

Don’t waste time thinking otherwise;
I’m good to go now.  It’s been enough.

— for James Acord