Anima
Villanelle by Kasimma
Art is a living flare.
Art is detail; art makes souls glow.
Art fills your heart with moving air.
Art is you, the blues, and prayer.
Art is Chi and art is shadow.
Art is a living flare.
Aesthetes smile. Philistines will sneer,
and Nos will pelt you blows, but know…
Art fills your heart with moving air.
When you are engorged with despair,
and sorrow in your heart aglow,
Art is a living flare.
No matter the body you wear—
Black as coal or white as snow—
Art fills your heart with moving air.
Art is anima; anima, art’s flare.
Art is above, so below.
Art is a living flare.
Art fills your heart with moving air.
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Inward, Darkness Abounds…
Panteoum by Kasimma
…Yet! life is going on outside.
How do I explain
the indigo mountains outside my window…
the purple car, the heatless day.
How do I explain
this gale that blows my hope away,
the purple car, the heatless day.
Hark! Ka! Come to my aid.
This gale that blows my hope away,
…tired of trying and failing.
Hark! Ka! Come to my aid.
My stamina is falling.
…tired of trying and failing.
Failure, I know, is proof of striving.
My stamina is falling.
Success, I’m told, is the journey, not the money.
Failure, I know, is proof of striving.
The indigo mountains outside my window…
Success, I’m told, is the journey, not the money.
…Yet! life is going on outside.
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Cacti Fur 