Book of Gone xiv

xiv name = Art

Latent artist, come on out

and play with shadows and

light And sing to me the 

glory of stars and the sounds

of planets playful in their

dancing 

All come to this cosmic 

concert, for I attest to this

profound prediction That

limb alone is sufficient 

to play the instrument you

dream and dare of

Let not the folly of discipline

distract, nor method dissuade

The sweetness is in the trying

And failing, failing, failing 

to get to a destination called

Art - 

(where everyone is welcome)