What Is Art

Mon, 07/15/2013 - 11:11 -- GibGatz

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Art is the millisecond one awakes from a coma,

A new perception of the mundane
The steady heartbeat gone suddenly erratic,
the formerly unknown emerging from deep caverns, seeping out of previously unacknowledged crevices, desperately begging to be fondled and unlocked.
Personal enigmas materialized during the darkest fibers of the night
combined with the finesse and comfort of interrupting light,
the luminous prism refractions off of untraceable tears.
No preconceptions, endless capability
where black and white can deviate without bitterness
as complementing portals to a newer, invigorating universe.
Wondrous dragons of ferocious vision.
Boundless hysteria too beautiful to control
The splendor of relapse
Broken trust, betrayal,
heartbeat too frantic, breaths like shards of glass,
the dilation of a pupil, the final countdown,
the sound of ice cubes,
the unavoidable kiss of death’s mystique.
What never could have been suddenly is,
where bounded immobility is simultaneously anarchy,

opportunity,
every ended line is just a twisted beginning.

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