Fischer vs éteignoir

Does it represent the ineluctable disintegration of our forward march or the ardent illusion of the present?
A plastic artist with melting entropy or a monk builder of a sensitive totem at the fusion point?
A cerebral juggler or a jester of burning concepts?
Too bad you’re a scientologist
I would have preferred you to be a Malacologist or at the very least a Marxologist
So you can be enlightened and completely off the mark
It seems that you have to know how to dissociate the artist from the man
But when the man is involved, what should we think of the artist?
I’d be satisfied with the cloud of your flames if not for your false adulator’s trail