Artist's Books
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The Fool likes fear, fears danger,dares.
The Fool dances on matchsticks foolhardy, striking up conversations with Death.
Dammed Lucifer
A bright boy really, a shame to be so wild, with nowhere to roam
no natural habitat, no normal cull, no home.
Come home with me.
Dance on the head of a pin
spin sparks alight
black & white
(safety) now.