Art


Art
A play of
Unfolding dreams
Momentarily suspended
In imagination
Art
Recognition of existence
Temporal yet infinite
Spirit
Yearning for immortality
Art
Reflected discovery
Of self and culture
Mirrors on
Our own creation
Art
A path
To the question
An answer
Drawn somewhere
Art
Music sung
On pulsing canvases
Scrolled language
In dancing colors
Art
Sanity
Clothed in madness
Fashionably
Dressed for the party
Art
At play
In the mind
Laughing at the thought
Of being understood
Art
One step
Toward understanding
Looking back
At emptiness
Art
Call it what you will
Subject to your
Desire
Yours to define
TJ Miller 2013

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