Time Warped
Frozen in cold jelly
I wriggle
Because I can’t.
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I love poetry for the way it sounds, for the way it makes me feel. And I love art for its glimpse into the mind of the artist; that I can perceive for even a moment what he saw as I stand where he stood.
I am not sure I grasp the meaning entirely all the time, but sometimes I feel that may be the point. It’s open to interpretation. I see it the way I want to see it. But it excites me, their ability to give me the power to perceive things differently. I hope it excites you too.
