Letter of Note - Oxbow

«It is not the artifact

It is the art

And the fact of the matter is

No one does what they did for the money

Leastways that is not why we pay it»

And it is here that the Duke laughs

[Because after so long the money means a lot less to him

Than the songs it sings about them that want it]

Songs of greed, need, and delicious self-sacrificing selves

Except love is really the least of it

The least of every little bit of it

Because shadow here does not lead existence

Because the shadow here is existence

And the fact of the matter is

No one does what they did for the money anyway

And God smiles on them or at the very least from down here it looks like a

smile and he looks like God

Except love is really the least of it

The least of every little bit of it

Because shadow here does not lead existence

Because the shadow here is existence

When he asks what he knows all the while