"The Voyager's Art"
The Voyager’s Art
Inward:
A shifty changer…
He swims in danger.
Dismisses disclaimers…
He miffs his chambers.
Through flippant mangers…
Simplistic arrangers…
Leave his instance stranger…
…than fiction tamers…
Now a dizzy claimer…
He’s missing anger.
A consistent lifted aimer…
now slips on liquid brain dirt.
He shifts his framework…
now insists his brain hurts.
Outward:
---------so-----------
He spits his vapors.
On litmus paper…
..…vanishes….
With this caper…
He lifts the acres…
…of lost ground…
gives them invaders…
if this way works…
he makes them pay dirt.
Yet his inner favor…
still seems wayward.
He grips his chain shirt…
…twists the grey earth…
if ripping makes burst…
it’s worth how they hurt.
He yells and states blurt.
He tells in ways curt…
though hells bells as they spurt…
he himself must stay vert.
The journey long and winding breeds strength.
This quest quells quandaries and breathes life…
Into the cold, faint, dead beat of a lost heart
The voyager who completes it without showing signs…
And finds his inner peace…is the crafty…the skillful..
The voyager’s canvas welcomes the vividly cool…
and colored parts of a brush which strokes through sharp…
-------------...the voyager himself…is art------------------
