About BreedPosted: February 25, 2014
Isn’t art useless
if it only mirrors man
but never changes him?
Yet it consumes me –
at the same time giving life to my very sensibility.
And even though there might be no value in it,
without it I couldn’t estimate my own….
So this never-ending affair goes on –
even though it may never bear seed.
And the word is born
even if it never gets read.
But art, my old lover –
until the grave
I’ll be forever trying to penetrate you…
hoping to make you loyal
to me as I am to you
so that we can breed.
Otherwise what else if that isn’t our destiny?
© Heath Muchena, 2014