Art.

Art is hidden

in the deepest cracks

and recesses

of human experience.

Even after they're dead,

you'll still not look there.

Even after we're all dead,

there'll still be art there

You refuse to look there,

because what you see

might pull you in

and keep you there for ever.

How would it feel to be

trapped with your

reflection for ever?

All your guilt and sin and

squirming pitifulness?

So you don't look there,

and it doesn't peer back into you.

But in your quietest moments,

your mind skips over the ocean,

suddenly descending into

great holes in the Earth.