The rhythmic contortionist

A thousand times, the question is put forth.

“Why do you go through the pain?”

“What gain is there in the end?”

Well, with a smile pasted across my head,

My response is served thus:

Listen, to the song here in my heart;

A melody i cannot resist.

The rhythmic patterns i must obey

By The tunes of the elements, my bones are contorted.

Though i am tall standing,

The spirit within is rendered formless.

I am the shaped creature of a thousand shapes.

I am the rhythmic contortionist

I bend not break

An epitome of the perfect orchestration of the creator.

I am born of the pure energy in Art.

I am the art.


Author: kennievevah

the ever learning, ever growing artist of the arts

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