what is art

some people have a shrouding call to bound for beauty

we would think art is our pathway as the knowledge we pursue will always be thorny

and logic is a grandeur perdition to exhale meanings from our life excuses

art is never a practical paradise where gods grace life and lowly humans gain their royalty

art is a creature-monster-child manifested as we breathe fragility into an ugly reality 

it's a trap, it's a trickery to find love in a delusion of eternity

it's what we do for dying not for living

it's our cup of poisonous tea