homosapiensA Poem by brooklyn
we are interesting beings, to say the least
I kike to think of us all (but often times just me) as a phoenix, the elemental bird we die from our own fire that we create it is innate it burns from inside us in flames raging straight from the gut from our faith it's in our nature - we possess passion - and suddenly we come to be from the ashes. destruction is the necessary action to spark a creative reaction art is temporary art is not everlasting but the experience, in flesh and in breath is where lies the magic the drive and the madness. destroy, rebuild. art will always happen.
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