Poetry: Art

We were made for the moments

when it’s so beautiful

it hurts

to breathe.

It can be felt

stirring

in our hearts,

crushing,

healing

us.

The moments when

the truth is

so close,

too close,

not close

enough.

Wordless.

Craving more.

Leaving us

vacant,

filled,

clean,

blank,

reborn.

When all

creation

is before us.

–Art

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