we are all stars dusted sugar topping this green land of beauty and wonder
fool I am a poetic halfwit less man of words and power, debunking culture
counter attack the artefact, art is fact
fact is art,
are you among the very best or the very worst this deep blue covered home
(artefact the attack counter)steady on the land, serene in the water, full of songs of war and love
(culture debunking, power and words of man less halfwit poetic a am I fool)lost or gained, to give meaning to life
(wonder and beauty of land green this topping sugar dusted stars all are we)life to meaning
life to art, art to life
if art lives on, when we don't
the life to art we give is eternal
art is infinite, as stars in the sky
(we are all stars dusted sugar topping this green land of beauty and wonder)we can chisel, brushstroke, edit art
(fool I am a poetic halfwit less man of words and power, debunking culture)until it's a fraction or macrocosm of its former self
(counter attack the artefact, art is fact)but, it is infinite, its potential
(fact is art,)art is us
(artefact)
we are art
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Author's Notes: Experimental. Open to interpretation. Just something that came to me.
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This is great, Paul! Kind of like Donna I this had a song like structure to it. Could possibly work for the harmonic verse?
What a stunning first line!
This had a rap-type of rhythm to me for some reason. I like all the play on words and the way you manipulated the sentence structures! Nicely, done Paul!!
This was so profound and thought provoking. Seemed very lyrical to me as well
Very artfully written! You can debunk my culture anytime! Great work!
When I was a kid, I thought that "How Great Thou Art" was about the wonder & art of all God's creation. It was a long time before I understood that "art" was just an artful (see what I did there?) way of saying "are".
There is so much to take in here, my god. Brilliant work, Paul.
This demands multiple reads and I love that. It feels very helical to me, spiralling up and down around the same point. Infinite. I loved this!
I actually adore this so much. The bracketed portions make it feel as though we are being pushed and pulled throughout the poem, as if we've entered an argument between two sides of one self. And with a beautiful final line, "we are art." Shivers!!!