is it so illusory
as i now tend to find
that world where art originates
like minute rays
of the midnight sky
where a new star born
far away somewhere
spills with joy
its very first light
is it illusory
as the world tends to claim
this piece of reality that’s
perfectly defined as absurdity
i would not hesitate to refuse
but it is a necessary illusion i guess
for without it something will remain hidden
forever from our eyes
our world would have been incomplete
without those mad creators
of the inky worlds
who spill thoughts upon canvas
like they were the creators of the cosmos
so atrociously vigilant
yet untouched by the outer world
they delve into depths
that none can perceive
as known or studied
they live there
as if raised in those trenches
and they play with thoughts
that only some magnificent mystic can distantly think of 
they know this and they don’t
they are charming sons
and daughters
of a generation that has defied
reality from every degree possible
and created what was never thought
could be created
and thus with a confidence
so bold as a stone of quartz
was born art.