State of Art

Into the mist

I sink.

Into the state of

Art.

My thoughts are

dripping ink,

I remember it by heart.

I follow it, repeat it,

bring it back

just to delete it,

trace the source

where I can meet it,

find the pattern

and its course,

drown it deep,

unlock its doors,

follow it into the dark -

the only way it glows

and I can catch its blinding spark

right before it overflows.

I erase it. Then retrace its

meanings in disguise,

hold it close while I replace it -

my sweet burden and my prize;

a never ending task.

With the most endearing voice

I must therefore ask:

Are you my demise,

just another mask

or my best and only choice?

#poetry #creativeprocess

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Photo by: Erica Poropat