I Have Enveloped Myself

I have enveloped myself in art.


Like a suckling child I
cling to it.
I have returned to my roots.
I retreat from the clinical carbon copies of
popular culture.
I embrace the esoteric and
find euphoria in
the
unique.

I go it alone.
I sit in halls, theaters, and
auditoriums with
with no one.
A sea of humanity
yet a single
I.

Without distractions the
movement of limbs,
precision of play,
and spoken words
wash over me.
I breathe in the work I,
I vomit applause.

Life is so very tactile and
I want to touch it where
it hurts and
heals.

I suggest you do
the
same.