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Art you made
Art you shall become
.
That's the lesson I've learnt.
.
We're not made of stardust
Or particles
Or a billion atoms running
Up and down our system
.
No
.
Art is what we're made of.
.
Art is what we aspire to do.
.
Art is what we inhale
and exhale.
.
Art is everywhere.
.
Art you made
Art you shall become
.
Art is what you
Dedicate your existence to
What you are devouted to
What your life resumes in
.
Art
.
Art is what you made
Art you shall become
.
Art
.
Artist don't burn
They don't turn into ashes
They don't return to the earth
.
Artists return to what
They're made of
.
They turn into their own
Version of stardust
.
Art
.
From art you were made
And art you shall become
.
Art you made
.
Art
You
Shall
Become
.
In Memoriam
 Jan 31 wren
Immortality
Early morning,
fog hugging the earth,
Coffee in my hands,
warmth in my soul.

A simple blessing,
A calm moment.
POV: You're sipping bittersweet coffee on your balcony, in winter morning after pulling all-nighter for studying or work.
And the best part? No one else is awake yet.
just you.... hehehe :)
 Jan 31 wren
Immortality
Him
 Jan 31 wren
Immortality
Him
Amidst the crowd,
I try to see.
Him unknown,
a mystery to me.

Gaze met once,
a fleeting chance.
I told myself,
no mutual glance.
just felt like writing it...
 May 2024 wren
basil
fate
 May 2024 wren
basil
i always fancied myself a eurydice
the perfect victim in a perfect tragedy

but you have me feeling like orpheus
and i can't stop wondering if i would have looked back

and i know i would have if you asked me to
being a simp is a little exhausting <3

05.01.2022
 Jan 2024 wren
Mike Adam
Blame
 Jan 2024 wren
Mike Adam
I blame the moon.

Her sinuous rhythm
In tune-
You move to her
*****-
Her Face your Mirror.

My Gravity slips and
We tumble Cold
Into Space
 Jan 2024 wren
Mike Adam
Wall
 Jan 2024 wren
Mike Adam
I painted your Myth onto
A cave wall

Until she atrophied

I scribbled our story
With a stick in White sand

And then the Tide.

So long gone,
I see in Dream
Your Face in
Moon Cold night

Your heat on soles

The Harvest of your Hips
With another.
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