Council Of Ends Poem by Adora Williams

Council Of Ends



As you start to shape your vision to the work of art life is,
You'll see that, every time something reaches
A satisfactory point, there's a reaction of in-
satisfaction.

You'll need to subtract
the equal amount
you've just added.

Zero is forever the aim, all yets,
Because it doesn't exist and so on, but you get the point.

The problem starts when, after finishing, we over or underrate its quality and/or originality
It starts with the judgement that comes from the artist himself

Ends for the art after the last stroke
The ones that surround the surroundings of zero

The art is our projection,
Before we follow that path traced
By it

Should be reached a desirable nuance in our pursuit
Of balance,
We erase the canvas. Or throw balloons of miscellaneous mediums in all colours
By it

Friday, May 13, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: confessional,philosophy
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