Though your emotions may feel as if they’ve been scattered,
Smothered and covered in the Waffle House of Existence, the
Artwork you create is indeed a language understood by others:

Think of it as speaking in hieroglyphics.

Words that never have to be “learned”– yet are universal,
Exist outside the constraints of time, and become exponentionally
More subjective as they’re strung together.

A strand of jewels that has no concern for what I refer to as ‘Millenial Newspeak’–

Eyes devour the resplendent, the visually stunning
Even when minds shift off and a virtual screen-saver glazes over

Any “tl;dr”

“IDK”

Doubleplusungood

Orwellian B.S.

//

Said another way?

The heart has no need for
Urbandictionary.com

Even on an “off” day, you
Affect it, its
Chamber by
Chamber

Through
The body of work you’ve created
Already——it

Skitters with an emotional velocity too deft for
Man’s lazy Abbreviations. No need
To dial Orwell on
The White Courtesy Phone

There are no acronyms in the
Human condition; whether
We ‘choose to be all right’
Or not

It just is
What it is

It just is.

the multi-talented Kime Buzelli