Art is Borrowed

Fractures of a moment
Caught and kept
In a havoc of colors

Spoken word feld from air
Hitting and embedding
Shades and letters
Twisted and tied
Blended until both are both

A face, an arm, a curve
Shouldering the words they're colored with
Mashed into lead, written into paint
Swirl with lackluster meaning

Meditating in the paper
Heart in the words
Melting and melding
Hand and eye
In perfect coordination.

Subconcious brought to life
Plastered on with shapes and letters
Until nothing means anything
Without the color before

Light in dark
Curves in angles
Love in hate

Together in tangent
Singular in translations
But clear in action
Living through the medium

Art is never captured
Only borrowed.