the lonely artist

A tiny box of cathode rays 
Was all he had with which to see 
A life beyond his misty room -- 
His paints, his planes, his carpentry -- 

But somehow, autumn came to life 
Within his sheltered, aging hands; 
Perspective limitless and true, 
A mind that knows not, but still, 


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