The feeling ones, the beautiful souls
What is art?
I see hope in rainbows
I see a graceful playfulness
in a prancing golden retriever
Honing their eyes in on me
They are more human
than many humans themselves
There are gentle, fragile,
incredible, forces of human,
though
who see themselves as
love bugs and givers
They have power
without all the emphasis
on rewards and status
The harnessers without
all the superficial wealth
I would rather be a human
One of the humans who
has to protect our hearts
Of wagging tails and loneliness
in a harsh world of judgement
We find our team
In playfulness, wonder
and pain
You refill your domination
carts
Re-order, change our truths
Divert narratives
We, somehow,
Step out, silently
Of heart beat steps
and passion
In art, we still, somehow,
play our parts
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