Is an empathetic connection,
People and ideas
Equally entrenched in my heart.
When you speak
You create meaning to decipher,
A flowery grove
Suspended in the callus void.
Every fantasy enriches thought.
Images and ideals
Are the angels of mortal Gods.
Our subtle cracks, Nature’s profundity.
Our deepest griefs
Akin to scribbles drawn with passion.
Souls exist in meaning exists in thought
Expressed in art to be interpreted imperfectly
By the senses of living things.
Read, write, listen, and think,
So even the damned find salvation.