Live.
See
Beauty
Sincerely.
Speak art Honestly.
Neither shoulder deceits of man
Nor gold seekers, hoarders, trampling lives of their brethren.
The body's shell expires, what is amassed is divided only unto the living.
Touch depths and stand strong eternally, Gloriously.
Endure past deaths, they are our Truth.
Art is our Spirit;
The white mist
Beyond
Life's
Close.