even in chaos it is possible to find some kind of order
as decoration a simple item achieves a greater meaning
ideas survive only if their foundation is built to survive
a cold hard surface comes alive like a wild fire it’s smoke and mirrors
the artist creates because they want to; maybe there’s an audience
a dark winter night reveals a beauty that no summer day can match
adding another seat at the table does not remove an old one
the rust and decay of our history tells our beautiful story
when the answer comes it will be because i stopped and began thinking
the snow has melted around a manhole cover some will think it’s spring
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