Art. Manifestation of pain.
Medicine.
Release. Escape.
Pain feeds our dissatisfaction, frustration, imperfection.
A struggle for
meaning, deeper purpose, validation.
Remedies.
The colors bleed through our every pore,
Our shortened breaths gasp beautiful poetry,
Broken bones erect everlasting statues
Dances unite tattered souls and mangled bodies.
The food, the
drive, is rooted.
Inexplicable
anomie.
Pain in beauty.
Fly ash fuels the furnace.
High to low, low to high.
Otherwise we'd
be level. Mind. Body. Spirit.
We have our works of art.
Breath-taking
Heart-stopping
Tear-jerking
Mind-blowing.
So incredibly beautiful
it hurts.
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