Eternal Art

Eternal Art

But art exists unto itself
For it’s own purpose
It is an entity we create
To explain ourselves
Like life art is messy
it doesn’t have rules
From the first scribbling of a child
To the greatest master
It is a force not by us
Art moves through us
Eventually through others
It rips a hole in time
Bending our emotions it
Never stops it only comes out in
Other forms
We cry art
We eat art
We sing it
Is our flesh as much as it is
Paper
If it were not we would die
With our eyes closed and our
Bodies sinking
For art we rise forever