Thy Art Is Surreal

Thy art is surreal

I cart and I wheel.

Spinning till I hurl,

So I can feel.

What’s a world without art or,

Creative flow?

Its dark, but the spark in mind

Shall soon begin to glow.

Man and moon have attachment.

The stars tell years of stories,

Their shine is a cheer for glory.

Forever soaring in the sky,

Life is more than meets the eyes.

Far from torn, or despised.

I cry,

Out for sheer happiness. 

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