Connects, Finds a Way

busts through
a wall

or kicks through
to a cavern

or falls through
a crack

into a cave
like Chauvet

where what is
wills you

to see
to bring

the beating
heart through

to drag
you through

the labyrinth
to it

to use
you like

an implement
a minecart

through
your mind

or mine
or soul

is what
art’s

supposed
to do


How Do You Know?

I know
because
I feel it

or see
it for
what it

is like
if it’s not
I know

there’s
no amount
of willing

that can
make it
what it

isn’t
and no
lie I can

tell to
conceal
the truth

and if it
is it is
despite

me or
with or
without

my sight
and there-
fore I can’t

do much
more for it
but leave it

or let it
be what
it is