Art is…

By Ethan S. Berry

Computer is on 1% now.

So I will see how much I can type

before the battery dies on this 

lifeline of mine to other 

people, other things, 

the past, present, future,

the world, everything. 

It just went from 1% to 2%.

How does that happen?
I wish I knew, but I also

am happy that I do not

because without a rational

explanation I can attribute it 

to divine intervention.

Some God, or some Being

hooked into my laptops

battery wants this poem

to be written. I’m grateful

for that because I want it to

as well. I don’t know why. 

An artist never knows why 

they create something most 

of the time until after it is 

finished, or maybe about 

halfway through. In the 

beginning the work emerges

as formless, faceless and 

unique as an infant. 

And now I hope the battery 

dies soon before this piece 

can take on life, and lose 

its unadulterated form

Before it resembles 

something else because

—like people—

art sometimes

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