you mediocrely intelligent artist.

let it
tumble
let fall
anarchy,
doomed
reeking of end,
I am
an "artist"
an imbecile
of small
grand
comprehension
a fool,
at times.
the fool,
at times.
yes,
let me clutter
in my cluster
of sorrows.
let me
uncoil
untangle.
let me
pour
my hardly
stability
my declining
abilities
onto
supposedly
artistic
poetry.
hardly.
let your sheets
and tex books
and ecological
mathematical
quantum physical
powerful
existence
flood mine
I only
only I
provide
the wretched
down falling]universe
condensed with auras
of darkened depression
with glimpses
of aesthetics.