And so in 2019
we decided we were done
the end
art is finished
the final piece, published
the last painting, hung
all the music is over
and the final steps have come
since all that can be made, has been made, we begin now the great artistic recycling
the foreshadowing of this event was visible to those looking
and though the artists cry "nothing is original!"
they have known for years now
that no one is listening
and that no one cares
because in a world where it's all been done,
the heart stops beating
the brains goes numb
joy seeps slowly out the eyes
and dripping, gathers in puddles around the world
and the puddles amass, pushing and rolling and willing themselves
up into each other
squishing and pressing together
the puddles of joy cried from the eyes of all humankind
pop
together into one
and this creature, standing as tall as the sky
says
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