art
subjective beauty
in the eye of the beholder

different poetry
satisfies
fulfills
enthralls
for different reasons
many or most inexplicable

some paintings are best viewed from a distance
some up close
some are hideous viewed too near
some unviewable from afar

movies
books
sculpture
all the same

(there’s no such thing as a guilty pleasure)

musically
I’m all over the place
certain there’s commonality
but also vast chasms of difference

ask me why a certain piece
enraptures
mesmerizes
fascinates
and I can give you answers
but they rarely add up

the whys are not individual
but additive
summations of a totality

movies
books
sculpture
all the same

the power of words
of descriptive device
is too simplistic
where perhaps mathematical formulae
are needed

some ideas
though rooted in logic
are undone and betrayed
by the geometry of
a simple question:
“Why?”

I can make lists
write words until I am drained and logy
catalog my thoughts
but still never aptly
or fully
provide an accurate answer

and so sometimes my answer
simply
silence
translating to
all the reasons
and none
because sometimes
le raison d’etre
est moins important
que d’être simplement.