We are the Art

August 12, 2015

Art stuck on my sole

When I stepped in colorful goo

I marched and I marched

And the art followed too

Art tainted my voice

When I hummed Adam’s Song

I sung and I sung

And the art danced along

Art poured in my head

When I studied the rhyme

I read and I read

And the art flew with time

But the art was not the tune

Nor the tool

Nor the tint

Art was not the brush

Nor the jewel

Nor the print

Art is the eye

Of the painter so thorough

Art is the ear

Of the musician strumming slow

Art is the hand

Of the Master, so meticulous

So flawless He does stand

While creating art full of error, quite perfectly amiss

Art changes the perspective

Unlocking the closed mind

Perspective changes the art

Altering the specifically designed

How curious, how beautiful, how hideous art is

Traveling rapidly, from one mind to the next

Shifting views as it leaks through the eyes and ears

How great Thou art

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