Third Chekhov (from the left)
A series of Chekhovs washes ashore
argumentative to say the least
Each his own hypothesis meant to
translate air into inquiry You must believe
and trust in people or life becomes impossible
the third Chekhov (from the left) hurls at my
negligence to serve the many among us
If love is often cruel or destructive
the reasons lie not in love itself but in the
inequality between people Chekhov five bequeaths
The role of the artist is to ask questions not answer them
says six But I retort C’mon now try a little harder
How can our answers be any worse
than the crap that’s flung among us
The world is of course nothing but
our perception of it Ten tattles Eleven echos
Nine chimes Man is what he believes
Yea okay right I tell him And I believe
we’re better off dreaming of answers
as men and as artists Exposing truths
from beyond the sun
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