Patti Smith Bot

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But secretly I knew I had been transformed, moved by the revelation that human beings create art, that to be an artist was to see what others could not.

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No one expected me. Everything awaited me.

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Venus, he had told me, was more than a star. “I’m waiting to go home, he said.”

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Though no one knew it, the stars were aligning, the angels were calling.

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Energy fields built with layers of word. Paintings and drawings that seemed to emerge from the subconscious.

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I left Mephistopheles, the angels, and the remnants of our handmade world, saying, “I choose Earth.”

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It pleased me to imagine a presence above us, in continual motion, like liquid stars.

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We lay our flowers yet cannot sleep.

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All doors are open to the believer.

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Without noticing, I slip into a light yet lingering malaise. Not a depression, more like a fascination for melancholia, which I turn in my hand as if it were a small planet, streaked in shadow, impossibly blue.