What
Is
Art?
FfSEE
PON
12
si
v
"
Endings
The
darkness
drips
down
the
walls
Creeps
out
slowly
through
the
hallsj
He
sits
silently,
all
alone
By
himself,
in
his
home.
Every
one
that
seemed
to
care
Has
all
gone,
no
one
there
He
eats
his
meal
in
silent
peace
His
flowing
tears
would
not
cease
:
He
cleans
the
dishes,
all
nice
and
neatJ
The
lights
still
dark,
he
takes
a
seat
He
writes
about
his
thoughts
and
dreama
But
he
had
none
or
so
it
seems
He
tried
to
make
everything
right-
He
fought
so
hard
with
all
his
might
But
all
the
struggles
he
could
not
bare!
And
in
the
end
he
was
nowhere
Lost
and
forgotten,
or
so
he
thought
But
regardless,
the
gun
was
bought
There
it
sat
upon
the
table
Like
a
warrior
in
a
fable
His
knight
that
would
make
a
mend
All
his
trouble
will
come
to
an
end!
His
quivering
hand
lifts
it
high
His
final
words
were
goodbye
by
J.C.
Simon
..
i
-
.
Becoming
the
shadow
Grip
viselike
on
the
spitting
cobra
prism
Peeling
eyeballs
and
leaving
echoes
in
minds
Ducking
the
limited
rainbow
strobe
light
Seeing
the
world
in
shapes
and
tones
Leaving
beautiful
scars
Saying
it
all
in
a
word
Most
can
never
decipher.
Cutting
through
fog
A
spinning
razor
blade
of
intuition
and
visualization
Infecting
the
chosen
Creating
the
cure
Expressing
everything
Revealing
nothing
Building
a
gateway
to
freedom
and
peace
Most
see
to
be
an
act
of
random
violence.
poem
and
graphic
by
Andrew
Steele