Power

out?
Who turned off the lights?
And what is art anyways?

Is art the perspective from which we view the world?
Or is it more static?
Created
Formed
Form.

And as I write by candle light
I can’t quite imagine writing any other way

Poetry is not written in the bright sun.
It is written in the shade,
In private moments
with the heart.

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