The Sense of Art

Listen! The words are sharp daggers to the brain, Stout punches to the abdomen, Low blows to the waist Don’t be alarmed! The words set you in a trans of a translucent world Recline. Relax. Relate. Listen! As the words bring out the salsa in your hips, The tango in the tips of your toes. You stretch so tall trying to encompass the language being thrown at you But as your arms reach the figurative sky, the melody claims the heavens. Try no more to understand its capacity and just…listen. Let it be you Let it drug you, hallucinate you, kidnap you But don’t be alarmed! Recline. Relax. Relate. Tear down the walls of logic and allow figments to run rapid No harm can be done so don’t fear uncertainty Break away from thoughts and leech onto imagination Present yourself naked and bare Showing your insecurities, your flaws, your inadequacies. Recline. Relax. Relate. And when this is done; Listen, listen, and listen some more To what your words tell you Express them in your vulnerability leaving nothing in the crevices Change the tables and I too will listen, Recline, Relax, and Relate.