APERTURE OF ART

In madness and excess,

 in contradiction and paradoxes,

 in carcasses of blood and bones,

 I exist within that mind, within a time 

Where truth becomes ordinary

& passion becomes extraordinary

Where humans come to life, 

Where vigour is made of flesh and stones ,

Ideas assemble, artists ensemble, 

To create the Mississippi of mortals,

To deliver their very last try, 

To paint, to sing, to write, to rhyme

To articulate the veracity of reading in between the lines

Art must not die

Ideas must not die

Humans must come back to life

In forms of souvenirs of art, 

in all timelines

In all blood lines ... 

It's the art that keeps us alive

It's the ideas that shelter us form dying

When the Skelton of human corpse is led on its death bed

The melodies should outlive his tendencies of mankind

The man outlives an idea

An idea outlives a man

The aperture of his mind, 

Subsides in his subconscious of perpetuity

Art is the ubiquitous perception of human mind

Ideas are the limitless juncture of innate infinites 

God rests in art, god rests in ideas.

But Humans rest in only limited artistic pride. 

Leeza