An art that sure don’t care
An intellect? An artist?
Languish in the mire, undecided
Hold an evanescent breath
Continue to stand and applaud
Hoping to prompt an encore
From a stage that’s gone dark
Name what it’s called when you cannot help but
Address each and every creature and the
City of emotions that washes over you, leaving you in a
State of awe? And, for those who feel
Zip? What do you call them?