Wretched
Elation
Ballerina,
the physical manifestation of art
An entire
body shows her being within out
Sensuous
groove, an infinity cycle
Only the
true imbue this sublimity, a divinity would smile
Few
witness the persistent work called dedication
Whether
dance, guitar, violin or written
But like
the guitar man, just gotta play
The high
zone is where life’s meaning stays
It’s all
a resonating energy that streams thru’
The tears
of emotion are the highest praise from you
Juxtaposing
the anger and frustration when it’s all askew
Payment
by the artiste is time and the autistic-like focus dime
Is this
unleashed or unlocked by a power unknown?
Some when
they’re born and others when desperately forlorn
Held
gently as by St Jude are heights and depths flown
Nothing
supernatural, but the universe, your and mine
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