Seriously had in mind to hang my art upon the walls
of my empty home.
But the residual energy dissuaded me for fear of
artistic damage.
My body is within a clam so deep within the sea,
but never the colors of my stroked brush.
I ought to have looked more carefully
before I began to think.
That now I know, I shall never hang my heart
upon a hook within the sidewalls of madness.
So upon the floor I look at my canvases
within a damaged frame; my Spirit.
And those many who confuse art with madness;
they are correct –> art is created by those
who feel above the threshold of life!
:: 12-17-2017 ::
