True Art

You paint your face

in ways handed down over the years

and learned through hours

of careful study,

and you say

you’re not into art

because nobody ever told you

that’s what this is.

 

You play a game

with a story

as complex as a

Greek tragedy,

as compelling as film,

and you say

you’re not into art

because nobody ever told you

that’s what this is.

 

Nobody ever told you

God is not a

fearsome old man,

but a child with a paintbrush,

holding each of us up in turn,

and, needing no critic,

saying,

“It’s beautiful.

It’s exactly

what I wanted it

to be.”

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