Pieces of Moonbeams

XXXIV: art underneath my bones

i love to hide within the curtains of my being—but i also love my art to be seen.
i love to just put it there and just hang it on a vacant expanse
without me having to put back words i really mean.

i love to just melt the words beneath the void—and just let it rest there
without craving to be seen: by the eyes voyaging letter upon letter, by the minds skimming chapter to chapter, by the people scribbling thoughts within their heads.

veiled art. unseen paintings. concealed poetries.

i crave for the world to taste the words—that i swallow everytime—
i engrave letters next to each other to shape words; to paint ideas
sprouting underneath the roots of their brain.

to elicit a meaning a human mind can understand. to mold pieces of alphabets
bridging together the brains trying to understand each other.

i don't want to unveil my humanness cloaked in my own art to be perceived
as mundane & empty as a vacuum space—nor loved to be looked upon as lovely & special as an art painted in a white canvas by Van Gogh nor Pablo Picasso.

i just want people to just glance & look at the art without them having it.
without them having to see through the bottom behind the multiple layers
i covered just to be understood.

without them gasping that every detail connects with each other
like how billions of stars find the strings that they once have
when they were just in one single sphere of the sun.

wandering the streets of Milky Way. crossing the bridge of heaven & hell.
passing the boundaries of light and dark. travelling borders of the observable universe.

i wonder what is up ahead the borders—maybe the empty void,
maybe the light hoping for life outside—or maybe nothing lies ahead;
just everything that we had dreamt in fantasy books.

without their fingers fondling through my skin—stroking every lightweight hair
to feel the gentleness of my words wanting to be understood.

without having their hands to squeeze my veins to bleed droplets
of blood just to look for meanings underneath my flesh that i hid.

without their eyes passing across the art lying underneath my bones.

art underneath my bones, von frederick
July 29, 2023