2.16.2014 My shows are done and
winter is turning,
leaving me between cycles.

I have gone past the end but
I have not yet reached the beginning.

And in this moment, this pause, this inflection point,
Who appropriately reappears on my drawing table?
Perhaps to spin us another fable?

I recognize the fool himself, the trickster, the harlequin!
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