art! there is no reason for it.

there is every reason for it.

why anything? why art?

this is that confusing thing

humans do. subway walls, 

in the deadness of the dystopia:

murals spring from the void.

lockdown drills,

crouched under desks.

i went to doodle on the bottom—

there was no space left.

yeah, life finds a way.

art

finds a way.