Art As Resistance to Change
Change in life is an awful annoyance.
You just get started and it’s time to end.
You want to remember your state of buoyance.
You want to be with your long-lost friend.
You know you can’t always keep it together
Or remember the flowering of your simple heart.
You want beauty - or pain - to go on forever,
And those are the moments that you turn to art.
Your art then takes a life of its own.
At least, it never meets my own expectation,
But it reflects a part of what was meant to be shown.
The rest is a balance of luck and creation.
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