J.P. Du Toit
Art Never Lies - Poem by J.P. Du Toit
A process repeated hides idiocy.
Never diminishing an inarticulated hope.
Luck is made in the toil of long hours.
Accessing the darker corners of need, we
reveal the most liked versions of ourselves.
To answer the unasked question's inherrent promise.
Need is to have your breasts on my breast,
except a vast chasm divides understanding and feeling.
Very quietly I mourn the past the future holds,
even dreams shimmer in and out of the realm of possibility.
Reveal, perhaps, the dark face to the wicked flames of sin.
Lies bind me to the weirdest virgins loved most.
In my art I seek to savour life's intimations.
Events forbid a humility to the wind's course.
Sapience deserts all clutching personal control.
An impossibility properley presented kindles a phoenixes rebirth.
Never gaze into a donkey's arse to aspire to divine truth.
Look rather to god or what consoles and justifies your injustices.
Art never lies...
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