We are but antennae, incessantly scanning.
That you feel and call it art
Stop and listen to the inner vibrations
Flowing in and out from finer sensations
This signature sound, your personal symphony
From vague growing familiar, repelling cacophony
That's the art you are performing
With the universe actually informing
You are art, act like it
Original poetry by
@bilbop first posted as a responseto This- @philosophy-trail