Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Chain Poetry

Art

Art is creating something out of passion.
It is to sculpt the meaning of the word "fun."
It is to paint a room of eyeballs.
It is to draw a page of tacos.
It is making a museum of you.


Light

Why do we find comfort in the light?
We fear the uncertainty of the dark
And we take shelter when the sun abandons us each day,
Only to return to our homes and revive it through artificial lamps.
We are nothing without the feather-like softness of clarity.

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