The Art Has Left the Building

Binge fringe benefits At the edge of the world you’ll lose hope At the edge of a needle you’ll regain consciousness Supposedly it’s a gash a wider know it all grasping at straws that stick to his skin like follicles of dead hair The art is lost the lost becomes transient before it even knew it was gone There he is again pumping veins and proud said aloud We are the most beautifully mistaken creatures allowed to hold pens Not everyone believes that anyone achieves happiness through sadness vice versa and this and that Sadness through experience and life through damages No one gets happy any other way until they jump another day