Poem -

Art Objects no

Art Object

Take the afternoon light and bend it
Arrange the intensity of it like flowers in a vase.
If you start to feel what you see.
Recognizing where all illusion fails.
Intensity is often mistaken for passion.
When focus is a new lost art 
Try taking off your shoes in a rain storm.
Feeling the unfriendly mud between to your toes.
The experience is mind altering.
The reflected on expression of life is key.
Do not think you have no talent.
Are you not made of stone?
Yet you can still make a pot of clay. 
And call it your own.

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