Friday, September 30, 2011

Declaration: A micro-essay poem

My god
is a bearded man
who sits on a cloud.
Why not? I am
not ashamed of it.
It makes me feel good.

The same
with my faith in art,
that art can make me
great and immortal.

I will take the beliefs I enjoy.
No one will set my standards for me.


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