I fully admit

I am a coward

I cannot find the spirit

to create new

without finding and observing the great

splendid draping or projector screen

spectacle

to toil in the madness of another great

to swim in great art

to live in orbit with the master

to melt from the heat of melted projector slides

I am ice

I am vulnerable

fully protected by ribs

bone armored within

like primitive tank

war machine 

scouring country side

stay alive

stay alive

stay alive

long enough to write your book