Art is in the Exceptions
As a grammarian
I choose to abide
By rules written by people
No longer alive
But why?
If art is to be living
Then why should I believe in
Those who solved it so long ago?
Do I really think they got it right?
Maybe art is only vigorous
Because of those who synthesize
And keep adding rules,
Even if they contradict the old.
This poem is about:
Our world