Arcadium Artistica
Mind bending
Beneath the weight
Of a thousand ideas
And burning
Brilliantly
Like bonfires
And thoughts
Become molten
And molded
Forged
And formed
Captured
As words
Imperfectly
Because
Thought often escapes
The shackles
Of language
So in reality
Language
Is a caricature
Of thought
But the mind
That is my arcadium
And language
Makes me an artist
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2022
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