Art in place

Hold the rat race

When the lineup is announced

With brims of smiles

Waiting to come out

Whether you make the list

Or are cut

The point of art is to

Create mastery forms of gut

Knock the apocalypse

With one hand outstretched

Reaching back with

A little further to wrench

Can we ask a Apocolypse to

Postpone

Some crazy hopes of tomorrow

Unknown

I just wanted to ask

If we understand the matter

At hand

Take it to the home

Of the light on the top

The rare bloom of birds

Singing in the morning breeze

Sets the tone

For an easy night scene

Seeking understanding

Understated

Planning

Of approach

And logic

Humanity problems

Have evolved from panic

Frantic energy

From everyone we see

We must try to slow down

So we can see

Another person

Instead of an adversary

Pixelated on the screen

Up the seems

With blurred edges

Constrained veins

Pixelated images

Are the new craze

Recession fears grow

On the street made of walls

Hopes are dashed

While confidence falls

Yield curves in danger

When the money stops flowing

Held back investments

Only the big ones are knowing

The constrict will hit

Even the weakest of soul

When the big black hole

Comes for all of us

And boundaries

It doesn’t know