ART CLASS

we gathered to make art we
think but all we do is pure expression
unbridled by word banks only limited by
self imposed rules slowly shattered by every
brush stroke as we are our worst enemies
busy unlearning the laws of reality in awe of
feral paint unraveling on canvas deliberately
trying to see beauty when it’s already
all around us but they are just less pretty
because they are not birthed from
our existence