from the archive: praise be to the artists

forgotten poems deserve a home too.

praise be to the artists, 
for they are the true gods and magicians of this world. 
manipulators of time and rewinders of memories, 
overlapping the then, now, and coming 
for mere mortals to muse and gaze. 
gifting vessels with immortality 
and blessing them with mirrored images of Self. 

you will see yourself in an artist, 
if they wish to be your looking glass. 
masters of incepted psyches. 
alchemists of emotions and soul. 
the artisans of visuals, language, sound, and movement. 
bending timelines at will to alter perceptions of reality. 

blessings be to the gifted souls, 
the gods and magicians, 
seen and unseen, 
for such power comes with a darkness only the worthy can harness.